
Amanwandersthroughanalmostdystopianlandscape,tryingtofindanoldfarmhousehehasinherited.Thepeoplehemeetsareabitstrange–someaskhimtokillsomeoneforthem,ortrytoseducehim,orgethimtodrinkalcoholorjustactplaindamnweird.Butthereagain,he'sprettyweirdhimself.<br/> Thisexperimentinnon-linearstorytellingmaybehaselementsIcouldn'tfigure.EverytimeIthoughtImighthaveahandleonit,themeaningeludedme.It'stoldinfourchapters-TheSky,TheDust,TheWind,TheRoad.InthepackedUKpremiereattheEdinburghInternationalFilmFestival,twopeoplefellasleepwithinyardsofmewellbeforethethirdchapter.Thisisadmittedlytwohoursofexperimentalfilmmakingthatmightbeviewedasfairlysoporific.Theactorsutteroccasionallineswithlongsilencesbetween,asifeachphrasehadsomedeepsignificance.Thegesturesandmovementsfollowthesamepattern.Thedenouementpartlyexplains,atleastinthesenseofawho-dunnit–butfailstofitthepiecestogetherinalogicalpatternasfarasIcouldsee.Thesettingisarural,run-downareaofHungary.Thefilmlooksasifitwasshotonanominalbudget.Asapsychologicalessayitisperhapsmoresatisfying–aswithearlyLynch,theexperienceisnotabouthavingasimplestraightforwardplotwithallthepiecesexplainedandendstiedupwitharibbon.WherethefilmfailsisthatitislessinterestingthatearlyLynch.Thelongpausesvergeonbeingpretentious:butforthosewholikeanenigma(solvableornot),AftertheDayBeforehasalltheingredientstoallowyoutostayupaskingeachother,sowhatdoyouthink*that*wasabout??

