Idiotic title for a typically grim, depressing film from Eastern Europe. Set in a boy's reformatory we follow a taciturn 18 year old, learn the awful forces, inner and outer, that are making him boil and then watch the inevitable explosion.
All hand-held, wavering camera which has come to mean filmmaking these days. The kid was inexpressive, spent lots of screen time staring at the floor, had one blistering confrontation with his monster mother before popping and ruining the rest of his life.
Not a bad film but if the ultimate message is that if you pile on enough outrage and humiliation you can get someone to explode...well, who doesn't know that?
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