I'll be honest, the early parts of An Cailín Ciúin had me bracing for a tedious 90 minutes. The sparse dialogue, trendy 4:3 aspect ratio and shots that intentionally linger on after any other film would have cut, it amounts to a distractingly ersatz-arthouse feeling, voguish veneer without the distinct voice to back it up. Or so I thought.
As it goes on its total commitment to illustrating slow rural life and spotlighting the near-inarticulable minutiae of childhood experience becomes…
