by Denis Villeneuve
fucking hell. A mother's will sends her twins on a search. One to search for their father, whom they assumed died a long time ago. One to search for their brother ... whom they didn't know existed.
Their brother, brought to an orphanage, taken by a warlord, later rapes their mother, prisoner 72, "The woman who sings".
What follows is a harrowing story, told minimalistic in the best possible way, hardly any music though Radiohead's songs (had to look them up, "You and whose army" and "Spinning Plates") will keep reminding me of this.
