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I watched this in the ideal scenario: My old, creaky, stout dog my best friend in this whole world snoozing on my lap on a cold winter morning, flitting in and out of consciousness as the sounds of the TV and the resting house punctuate the broad silence; his adoptive younger sister, a very enthusiastic but incredibly stupid dog, in a state of perpetual distraction, skulking from the kitchen to the bedroom to the living room in search of something, anything, to focus her unrelenting lack of attention.
I just really like this Eastern European style where theres this lovely, affable quality that arises from the juxtaposition of sudden, jerky motion and complete stillness. The low brass growl indicating not just a prowling wolf but anythi...