I went to see a Polish Film, at the Australian Centre for the Moving Image, Cinema 1, as past of the Melbourne International Film Festival.
My visual artist instincts were intrigued by the title. I thought it may have been about a Life Drawing Model.
Alas no, it was a rather dark tale of a Warsaw coroner, his bulimic daughter, and the wacky therapist, who attempted to cure the daughter by means of a seance.
Heavy stuff, the visual imagery was superbly bleak, the plot covered a multitude of themes, the film had many quirky twists and it all ended on a euphoric note.
The cinema was packed, the viewing time sped by, and I left the cinema feeling strangely optimistic about human nature.