Politist, Adjectiv (Police, Adjective)

We had to go and have another look.
Just a few extra things to say. On second viewing it loses nothing. It goes faster, it leads up in a kind of delayed climax until the final scene that is only becoming more powerful. The fine central performance stands well. We see some real resonances of a 'K', Kafka-esque figure in the portrayal. The lack of excitement with the changes, the figure of the unhelpful, almost comic assistant, and of course the endless rooms.
The sense of place is well done. The endless doors of the police station, the repititive similarity of the rooms, contrasts well with the pointless airiness of the outdoors. We go from the vertiginous horror of huge grey skys to characters crampt, bent overm compressed in the enviroments.
Visually, we look at the way the lead adopts a similar plane across the screen. From top left he skulks in, moving down to bottom right, up to and across the camera. Sometimes they have an axis in front, giving a perspective of people caught in the crowd.
This is a film where we atch someone watching. The sheer pointlessness of this excercise echoes the sheer pointlessness of the search. These questions resonate throughout the whole movie. What is the point of this? Why are we watching this?
And yet we do. The answer to these questions are that we watch because it is one of the finest movies of the year, its ability to snatch a futile beauty always crsuhed, always present in the contemplation. A piece of slow cinema, a piece of meditation. Very funny, very beautiful, worth seeing again and again.