Feels too surreal. I'm not even sure if it's a documentary. Unlike most documentaries, it provides almost no context on its subject matter. However, captures the essence almost flawlessly.
And the killer Anwar Congo's final scene gave me a horror I've never experienced.
I thought I couldn't empathize enough with Franciszek. I was wrong. I dreamed of him the next night. Now, I see him everywhere. He watches me with that tragic look he gave at the end of the movie. There is nothing hostile in his demeanor. I hear his kid's laugh and the soundtrack in my head. He seems to want to save himself first and then me. Every time I think about him, I feel a weight on my shoulders.