This movie has as its central character the weirdest copper in the history of film. We observe him more or less constantly for the full 148 mins laconically investigating a murder in the area which his force is responsible for (a small police station in a rural area) and being the gooseberry to the couple who live next door on various excursions (the seaside, a restaurant, etc.). He is always withdrawn and introverted but is he crushed by guilt or merely childlike? Is he obsessed by the couple next door (who seem to be noisily shagging at all hours of the day) or are they just a breakwater for his loneliness? This ambiguity is the films real achievement: De Winter is a tabula rasa on which any prejudice (of the viewer I mean) can be projected. The film certainly is one that either you will love or hate judging by the previous reviews - check out "What the hell is this?", "150 minutes of suffering, only for stubborn art movie fans with a high boredom threshold level" and "Is life really this boring?". I very much enjoyed the film mainly for Emanuelle Schotte who is fascinating to watch as he ambles aimlessly through his character's empty life.
Review of Humanity
