First of all I'm a fan of slow, poetic and realistic cinema, but this seems more like a home movie - minus the happening. The metaphor is as flat as the film itself: a man aspires to build a house; to not build the house is what he doesn't want (to literally quote the dialogue). He's recently widowed and has a little granddaughter. The film alternates between stills of a house and mundane conversations with the granddaughter. Around minute 40 the man sees a tape where his deceased wife had sex with another man. In the following twenty minutes there are no developments, only more musings: "I just wanted a home", "I always felt she hid something", etc. I wouldn't waste another hour.
Review of A White, White Day
A White, White Day
(2019)
The ratings/comments here are unbelievable
19 December 2021
Warning: Spoilers