A prequel to last year's (No Direction Home), another odyssey of the mind that's either impenetrable or so dense it's enthralling. A disillusioned young Russian man faces a week of waiting on apparently life and death test results...He spends the time wandering around, lost in thought, suicidal maybe, crises mode definitely. You can pick up on some vague plot threads if you're attentive & can read between the lines in the shoddily translated subtitles, but the main thing is the constant narration of cynicism & hopelessness. Our man Marat has no idea what to do after college and he's dreading a loss of freedom. And it's quite the #impressive_dread he musters. "I would say that I hate this world…For Real." "It's a deadlock situation - every question 'why?' always followed by another question 'why?'" It's not some light pre-grad malaise, it's pitch black existentialist meaningless. Sure, it's a difficult watch, but as in (No Direction Home), director Alex Formos intrigues me with his no-fi explosions of messy editing and raw images of a Russia we don't often see.