The film fleshes out perhaps familiar characterizations by tying contemporary wounds to the persistent presence of Europe’s ugly history.
It’s best appreciated not with the parts of your brain responsible for reason and judgment.
It devolves into an extremely unsettling series of sadistic tortures, the kind of stuff that would appeal to fans of Funny Games.
The titular backslash of Import/Export turns out to be a vast geographical schism.
Austrian provocateur Ulrich Seidl gives the suburbs of his native Vienna a merciless swat in Dog Days.