I fear, I have to admit that I quite liked the trashy shoddiness of this film, which looks quite often pretty terrible. Or, to be more precise, like a TV film. It's got too much melodrama aswell as pretty poor acting in some respects. But the feeling of watching an old VHS-Cassette matched very well with this creepy thriller of a literally sick man that is unable to speak up for himself. That's why he mumbles throughout the whole film (he's got a rotting tooth aswell) in a hushed way, which got on my nerves badly. But that film just felt so good, like the dirty water the protagonists are wading through, like their sweaty shirts and damp rooms with stained mattresses, their bare feet on dirty soil. When they drink, then to forget. There is no bliss in this life, just on screen. Maybe that's why the main character, Serafin, is granted a moment's peace in the cinema.