Aurora
An apartment kitchen: a man and a woman discuss Little Red Riding Hood, their voices hushed, mindful of waking the little girl sleeping next room. Waste land on the city outskirts: behind a line of abandoned trailers, the man silently watches what seems to be a family. The same city, the same man: driving through traffic with two hand-made firing pins for a hunting rifle. The man is 42 years old, his name - Viorel. Troubled by obscure thoughts, he drives across the city to a destination known only to him.
A quiet, unsettling mood permeates this film. It feels like watching a slow descent into despair, punctuated by moments of stark, observational realism. The atmosphere is heavy, drawing you into a world of unspoken anxieties and bleak contemplation.
