4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days
Directed by Cristian Mungiu
HOME, 22 March 2017
It is grim in the East.
There are all these concrete blocks, a burgeoning Brutalism gone feral, there is darkness and rain. That’s outside. Inside you see pokey rooms with fire-hazard furnishings, leading out to cramped corridors.
So we are thrown into this world alongside a pregnant student and her friend, a friend who tries to help her get an abortion. The people they turn to are as awful as the buildings outside: there are the surly and indifferent sort who feel at home under fascism and communism both; the gross and obnoxious party elites; a weak insipid boyfriend; a doctor who won’t accept money for an abortion, oh no, he would just like to be paid in kind. You find the best people working in the black market.
A few scenes stay with you, like that insistent, demonic haggling in the hotel room. Or the time when the girl’s friend goes out to dispose of the foetus, stepping into a world of darkness and fear. Later that evening, in a restaurant, there is meat and marrow on the menu.
A bleak and beautiful film.