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Two films

I normally don't write about the films I watch. Because most films fail to impress me. I feel films are like the maneyaata we used to play when we were young; someone plays the character of husband, someone wife, others children, servants, each day a new story, eating, sleeping, working, talking... They seem just dramatic and nothing else. But here I feel like talking about wo films.
One was suggested to me by a friend - Spring, summer, fall, winter...spring. A simple almost-silent story of how life moves in cycles and how the inevitable always happens. It's better to watch it than read a review of it. So...
Another very recent film is No one killed Jessica. I cannot write a review because it's not a story, it's too real to comment about - a full life gone waste. But I can surely tell one thing about the direction and acting. It's simple and genuine and undramatic. If you are searching for dramatics, you will not find it here and if you are thinking of a documentary, it goes beyond that. To me that portrayal of reality is enough.

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