Pretentious?
I couldn't help feel this movie was a bit pretentious...
It does everything that the cliché of a pretentious art house movie does: It's slow. It deals only with illness and death and with old men who only a small segment of people can relate too. It insists on dwelling on the ennui of old age and never ones tries to be captivating or interesting.
I love "foreign films", I hate Hollywood and action-blockbusters.
But this movies takes the easy way out, just like Hollywood-movies take the easy way out.
There are some truly great Arthouse movies that manage to be profound and riveting at the same time. Taxidermia; Aura; Doogtooth; The Devil, Probably; A Short Film About Killing.
This movie however, just plain, refuses to play fair and is so far up its own pretentious BS it seems to think that a slow moving plot, repetition and dead ends make great art. It doesn't.
This is very much like that The Simpsons parody "Worker and Parasite" - a nightmarish and non-linear mess of random scenes.
And all the while claiming to be a comedy.
Yeah, *beep* hilarious...