Trip to the museum

The film gives dimensionality to minute details of the painting, not so much in the sense that the characters are given narratives and personalities, but in the sense that they given weight through their endless repetition of the extremely mundane of activities. The shots of domestic life are so especially deliberate, creeping, painterly composed and lit that you can almost feel the body heat radiating off each frame. Oh, and there's a bit of a story which attempts to explain the context in which the painting was conceived and the composition of the work itself, delivered in the only, and extremely annoying, dialogue in the film. Overall, watching this is like immersing yourself in examining a painting for one and half hours, which, if you like that sort of thing, can be pretty great.