Jasper Rees

Touching the void | 18 February 2016

A pitiless, hatchet-faced film about the care industry that, in its final scenes, offers a grim reward for the foregoing 90 minutes

Scholarly filmgoers may recall a movement that sprouted from Danish soil called Dogme 95. It worked to a Spartan set of rules and regs. In Dogme titles there could be no lighting and no soundtrack, no locations pretending to be other locations. Hell, there were probably no Portaloos on set and actors fixed their own herring smørrebrød.

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