I find it painful to watch a movie that aims high and falls short, probably because it reminds me of my own failings. This film had the potential to be a somber but graceful expression of existential angst, making use of Cassandra-esque characters to illustrate the pain that can be caused by revelations of truth, for both the revealer and the witness. Unfortunately some things just didn’t work for me. The strict separation of women as the brokers of fate and men as blind executors of it took too much humanity away from the characters. Strong characters were victims of their strengths, and weak characters victims of their weakness, but none of them seemed to change or learn much from their trials. Kind of a bummer.
Referred by Nehring