In the darkest, dingiest photography, a stoop-shouldered oaf is followed through his week in the minutest, mundanest detail: getting out of bed, shaving, making tea, walking to the subway, riding in the subway, putting on the white smock of his Marty-like job in the meat department of a supermarket, and so forth. Halfway through the movie, his first-person narration lets it be known, "I started getting bored," but the audience is way ahead of him on that score. The "surprise" ending is hardly worth waiting for, but all along the way, the relentless efforts to sustain a depressive mood are so insupportable as to sometimes seem almost funny. Directed by Sahrab Shahid Salees, an Iranian expatriate working in West Germany. (1977) — Duncan Shepherd
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