Oļegs

An die Handkamera muss man sich erst gewöhnen. Ich musste auch in gewisser Weise das Milieu von osteuropäischen, kriminellen Halbwüchsigen ertragen, die hier nicht ein einer Guy-Ritchie-Art als cool dargestellt werden, sondern realistisch abstoßend. Je mehr aber die Hauptfigur unter dem psychischen Druck immer tiefer und tiefer sinkt, desto mehr nimmt der Film die Zuschauer*innen gefangen. Er hat auch einen interessanten Abschluss. Ein solides kleines Drama. [Cannes] (18.05.2019)

That Andrzej, what a bastard he was. One would expect that the Eastern European economic migrants in the film would be bullied by the local Westerners, but they can handle that on their own. #KVIFF2019 (03.07.2019)

That's how it is in real life, and you don't even have to be a butcher for a living. Oleg's naivety sometimes really annoyed me, but I have to admit that he did quite well when he crashed the party for the artistic elite without an invitation and managed to pick up a classy blonde there. I really laughed at that. But in the morning sobriety came and Oleg confessed in good faith that he was not an actor, but only a butcher. That was when I laughed for the second and last time. Then he was just the scapegoat he had regretted so much in his childhood. I was holding my breath, hoping he would emerge from that mess he was sinking into, relatively unscathed. (75%) (18.05.2021)