[CPH:DOX '24] It is not possible to find a traditional narrative in a film whose parallelism with the myth of Oedipus would be difficult to grasp if it were not indicated on the poster. The use of continuous ellipses makes it difficult to unravel the narrative, which is never presented in a linear sense. The expressionless faces of the characters cause a distancing from their emotions, even though they are experiencing some tragic moments. There is a phone call that provides a dramatic twist, but the director's gaze is as austere as when the family is watching a soccer game on television. The title suggests the way the story is constructed, closer to a musical composition in which there is no clear narrative but a structure of movements that connect slightly to create an emotional path. There are accidents and suicides that mark the tragic destiny of the characters, but this film, which is impregnated with an enigmatic tone, seems constructed as a self-homage by the director to her own cinema, introducing all the elements that characterize it with a complacency that sometimes make it difficult to decipher.

An anti-film made only so that people who hate film can have a reason to say, See, this is why I hate films. Boring, pretentious and has no music in it until the end, if you're desperate enough to wait around that long.