Hellen I like the storyline of this show,it attract me so much

Redwarmin This movie is the proof that the world is becoming a sick and dumb place

Pacionsbo Absolutely Fantastic

Aiden Melton The storyline feels a little thin and moth-eaten in parts but this sequel is plenty of fun.

Armand a cold film. about nothing, at first sigh. a girl. a walk. a decision. nothing clear, nothing explained. only a face in a circle of covered faces, in middle of Times Square. but this is its virtue because a movie about nothing, dark, cold, a white page is, in fact, just a portrait of viewer. story of a choice, it is beautiful and impressive in same measure. beautiful for delicate manner to present an obscure event. impressive for the force of silence and for the art of Luisa Williams (who seems be a young Nadia Comăneci ) to use this slices of silence to transform a lot of impressions about terrorism in a realistic confession. a film about a decision out of its roots. and about huge solitude as personal territory.

gmarantz-2 As the Seinfeld show demonstrated, when you make a show about nothing it has to be entertaining. This movie demonstrates that when it is about nothing, with characters who are nothing, filmed with endless shots of walking nowhere, eating, cleaning up in a toilet, walking some more, that the director/writer equates Chinese water torture with art.The ending is the only thing to appreciate, because it is over!To fill my minimum length; It stinks.It's rotten.It's excruciating.It's a colossal, inexcusable, pretentious, soul destroying BORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Anyone praising this film should be banned from writing any reviews in the future.

Ghazal S Day Night Day Night is disturbing and scary, in a good way. Julia Lorkev has done an awesome job showing the emotions, inside battle and thoughts of a suicide bomber right before action, in a minimalistic way. She has wisely chosen the actress, the locations, the desaturated colors (especially in the first half). I especially enjoyed the closeness and the intimacy of the movie through its filming style. The other point that I noticed is the the way Loklev used some life routines (such as eating) and the contradictions they sometimes make, in such an artistic way to captivate such deep feelings. It is captivating, beautifully shot and definitely not an easy movie to watch.

silentyears1 I've seen some real dogs in my life, and I'm not easily bored. Christ. I would rather watch Empire than this self important art school version of the Bratz movie.We're meant to be bowled over by the banality leading up to the ultimate devotional act of mass homicide (not)committed by this cardboard, racially/nationally/faithfully indeterminate ideological stand-in. Unfortunately, we're treated to what could be generously described as a middle class fantasy of martyrdom. The filmmaker intentionally removes racial, locational and religious motivation from every.. Well, I'm loathe to even describe them as characters.. but every human being shoved artlessly into what would barely qualify as a visual graduate thesis paper.So, yes. Our heroine is dedicated to cleanliness in the lead up to her promised terminal act. This is explored in the sort of plodding detail so common in independent, lousy film recently. Again, my complaint isn't that $#%$ wasn't exploding in every other frame, but that the creator's reaction to that sort of crudeness was not only as gauche, but also not stimulating mentally or visually.Additionally, the terrorists she meets with are so unconvincing and self conscious - constantly readjusting the knit brims of their St. Marks Street wanna be Jihadi masks - That by the middle of the movie (which feels like the 5th hour) when she asks them to share her pizza with her, any mentally stable viewer is wishing for an orgy of art student actors in pretend terrorist masks to choke to death en masse on pizza crust.I'm not sure if i should blame Wes Andersen or Sofia Coppola for this sort of twee garbage. To their credit, at least those hacks avoid tackling something as heavy as the motivations for suicide bombing. I name them because Andersen elevated a phony emphasis on cutesy detail and sentimentality, and Coppola feminized and trivialized the trivial even further. Either way, the stage was set by them for any halfwit with a camera to drain dry any thinking viewer with extended shots of day to day activities leading up to seemingly profound acts.This movie is a meaningless waste of time, a retread of inferior student films exploring important themes with the clumsiness of a tip-toeing giant. The viewer doesn't anticipate the death of the main character with the sadistic glee of an adolescent. It's with the sense of justice that is never explained in even the most cursory sense for the supposedly righteous heroine of this mastubatory ferris wheels of a movie. And we don't even get the satisfaction of her elimination. This is a repetitive and mundane movie that trivializes something that, as a New Yorker, I should feel a little justified being frightened of. Self important and ultimately boring? Yes. Hypnotic? My ass.