I am hooked a last third of the film where we proceed to explain the film itself, from that extinct fossil to the most feminist portrait, minimalist on its stage and epic metaphors such as birth and subsistence.
He usually loves all the cinema that comes to us from Asia, many winners of prizes and festivals, the vast majority portraying their cultures, so different from ours: the traditions in Japanese anime, the devastated Chinese society in An Elephant Sitting Still (2019), the Korean generations, the Parasites (2019), Hindu marriages, Bollywood, or Taiwanese family in To sun (2020).
Nothing in Mongolia this year. Empty shell and
With hardly any grace.
In The dinosaur egg There is a lifeless body in the middle of nowhere. In a mile-long and uncovered Mongolian steppe they let a young policeman protect the helpless (very bad) crime scene. They say that there are wolves hanging around the area and they say that the only help that exists at that time is a woman with a rifle they are nicknamed "dinosaur." The director Wang Quan'an does not vote on whatever was promised, he maintains the distances at all times and there will be his only offer: a staging where the characters are just points that come out and come almost flat infinite Boredom touches the irritable from the beginning.
You can notice that nothing is going to happen, that the eternal hopes make up an often soporific film itself.
It is a type of film that would put the Coen brothers on their nerves to see that the crime will not have causes or repercussions, to Baumbach and Gerwig to verify that there will be neither close-ups nor exalted dramas or even Jim Jarmusch to admire a movie with more temper and parsimony than yours. Indeed, if we continue to observe the second half of The dinosaur egg (something deceptive that I justify as I see impatiently fleeing the cinema ahead of time) you can notice that nothing will happen, that the eternal hopes make up an often soporific film itself.
I have nothing against, however, the slowness of the forms and the content in vain, it compensates me, then, to be suspended in the moors of distance that there is of the ignorance of the young policeman and the maternal and innate wisdom of the girl “ dinosaur". I confess my respect for the treatment of the sound of this tape, conversations that are counted on the fingers of one hand, but dialogues that are heard and feel as if the ear is attached to the phone. It also hooks me a last third of the film where we proceed to explain the film itself, from that “öndög” or extinct fossil to the most feminist portrait, minimalist on its stage and epic metaphors such as birth and subsistence.
Synopsis A woman is found murdered in the steppe of Mongolia. During one night, a young and inexperienced police officer has to guard the crime scene. Since he does not know the dangers of the place, he is sent to a local pastor to protect him and the corpse.
Address Wang Quan’an
Script Wang Quan’an
Photography Aymerick Pilarski
Distribution Dulamjav Enkhtaivan, Aorigeletu, Norovsambuu, Gangtemuer Arild
Duration 100 min
Original title Öndög
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