English title: The Day a Pig Fell Into the Well.
Synopsis (spoilers): The film follows the lives of several men and women who are connected directly or indirectly. A writer has an affair with a married woman whose husband is a sales representative. Another woman who works as a cinema cashier and also as a voiceover person has a crush on said writer. The writer goes to a dinner with other writers and behaves obnoxiously, finally being arrested for brawling and threatening people witha broken bottle. The sales representative goes on a sales trip and has to spend the night there. He has sex with a prostitute and his condom bursts. He takes a medical exam and is observed by his wife while entering the laboratory. The cinema owner has a son who has a crush on the cashier. The married woman spots a photo of herself and her husband and their baby (who is presumedly dead, since he does not appear in the film) on a display window and demands to buy the photo; the shop attendant says he must talk to his boss but she takes the picture anyway and destroys it. The cinema owner's son murders the writer and the cashier out of jealousy.
Appraisal: Depiction of small lives in all their glorious banality; everyone is a prisoner (of their jobs, of their failed relationships, whatever), thence, I gather, the title (although Theo Panayides has a mildly more specific - and fascinating - explanation which refers to humans abandoning the countryside for the city and thus isolating themselves). Emblematic scene: our hero, playing with an insect, repeatedly poses his finger as a barrier to its path, making it turn around incessantly. Mildly interesting as narrative, but with characters duller than any real people I ever knew.
Rating: 50
(Seen on August 18)
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