Oļegs

A máquina fotográfica portátil leva um pouco a se acostumar, e tive de suportar um pouco o ambiente dos miúdos criminosos da Europa de Leste, que não são retratados ao estilo de Guy Ritchie fixe, mas de uma forma realisticamente repulsiva. Mas à medida que a personagem principal desce cada vez mais sob pressão psicológica, o filme atrai-o cada vez mais e é interessantemente encerrado. Um pequeno drama decente. [Cannes] (18/05/2019)

That Andrzej, what a bastard he was. One would expect that the Eastern European economic migrants in the film would be bullied by the local Westerners, but they can handle that on their own. #KVIFF2019 (03/07/2019)

That's how it is in real life, and you don't even have to be a butcher for a living. Oleg's naivety sometimes really annoyed me, but I have to admit that he did quite well when he crashed the party for the artistic elite without an invitation and managed to pick up a classy blonde there. I really laughed at that. But in the morning sobriety came and Oleg confessed in good faith that he was not an actor, but only a butcher. That was when I laughed for the second and last time. Then he was just the scapegoat he had regretted so much in his childhood. I was holding my breath, hoping he would emerge from that mess he was sinking into, relatively unscathed. (75%) (18/05/2021)