A Mujahedeen is captured by the US army in the Middle East. In a cold pitch-black Polish night, during a transfer, a truck accident enables him to escape. A hunt then begins to find the man whose sole objective is to survive, even if he has to kill, and kill again.
Skolimowski’s latest film (Polish and not American, it should be underlined) returns to the concise and essential quality that pervaded his earliest films: fleeing, always on the run, finding the momentum to draw ever closer to oneself, even if this means turning one’s back on the world. In this sense, the choice of Vincent Gallo was a stroke of genius, a demonstration of what a real acting “performance” can be, of a body hurled into the irrepressible movement of the film.
M.M.
