Silence

You know the type: low budget, heavy non-American accents (or a foreign language), very sparse dialog, thin or non-existent plot, lengthy shots of vistas, long shots of characters immersed in a state of "deep musing", usually about or relating to the meaning of life.

No, it's not a Bergman film, fortunately.

Some observations are fairly intelligent - the few utterances that there are. A few dialogs are pointless or at least uninteresting. The scenery - and the silence accompanying them - gives the movie a pleasant "edge". One of my fantasies is to be able to exist in silence, as a whim, as a constant option, ready to start/end with a mere pressing of a button. So I can relate to the movie that way.

What I can't relate to is the film-maker overdoing it with the nothing-happening. Sure, the film is mercifully "short", but is it short enough? The second half becomes more difficult to sit through because the plot never goes anywhere; it merely ends as it starts, by plodding along. Silently.

The main character isn't particularly relevant, but being so uncharismatic doesn't help either. Better casting required.

Still, I'd rather spend 70 minutes on a drama devoid of drama than a 90-minute Will Ferrell comedy devoid of comedy.