Ras vkhedavt, rodesac cas vukurebt?

Suggestion: Early on, go out to the lobby for popcorn ... and keep going. In the European tradition of bad filmmaking, the auteur is caught up intensely in every aspect of creating images, and is totally oblivious of what effect any of it has on an audience. I can imagine a Q&A following a screening consisting mostly of questions like, what were you trying to say with ... ? Followed by a long tortured answer, when the real answer is, "I have no idea." This is strictly a critic's picture, as evidenced by the preponderance of positive professional reviews. For us civilians, not so much. If you're looking to be entertained, watch varnish drying.

This is a trivial story so poorly told, and so boring!

They explain everything by using a narrator´s voice over, instead of images, dialogs or actions... reminds me "Glenn or Glenda" by Ed Wood Jr.

The love story? Who knows?...

Could have cut approximately 2 hours off the final run time with the absolute nonsense fillers this film had. Seriously, people were grunting and falling asleep in the theater, myself included. I did not need all those extra scenes that in no way contributed to moving along the plot. Ending was terribly predictable too, so I was wrong for staying in my seat thinking it'll get better. It got worse and worse..

Sorry, I was so tired of this film after nearly 2 1/2 hours, that I left before it was over. While leaving the theatre, my companion said, " This is absolutely the worst film I've seen in the nearly 30 years that I've been coming to the NY Film Festival."

This was not a good film. It talked about a curse being put upon the leads, but it doesn't say when, or if the curse had been lifted. Or maybe that was during the part that I slept thru.

I knew I was in trouble when, after my second "nap" I woke up to see on the screen "End of Part I".

It seems that the director had a love for the town that the story is set in, as well as the people in the town. But that's not enough to hold my interest.

This was boring and a waste of time.

Georgia is a hidden gem when it comes to film. What I like is that each one has their own identity rather being a national collective narrative.

Sure, this isn't the best Georgian film (which is "Namme" by Zaza Khalvashi in my opinion) but it has a quite intriguing narrative style (like breaking the 4th wall instructing the audience of how to watch the film) for a love story. And the slow pace is perfect, it's like an ode to Tbilisi.

And for alfiefamily, the curse was spelled 15 minutes in, told by the narrator. That must be a record to fall asleep so fast during a cinema screening.