A Thousand Months

This film is very boring and only of minimal interest whenever something bizarre happens. Apart from that, it's just another poncy art movie with a zillion pointless scenes and an editor who doesn't understand that his job is to cut out the empty bits. If he had done so, A Thousand Months would clock in at about five minutes.

From what I could make out, there is some village out in the barren desert where the people live in poverty and have a crappy life. Their crops aren't growing and there is hardly any work. The most up to date technology is the abacus and there's probably only one guy in town who knows how to work it. You get the picture; it's primitive.

And that's about it, plot-wise. We superficially jump in and out of a few minor stories, without ever being involved in anything substantial. The characters aren't interesting enough, or have enough pathos, to carry the movie on their own. It's a truly redundant experience. The fact that the film climaxes in a burning riot after a chair, used in a wedding reception, was stolen from the local school, only proves how nonsensical this is.

Some pretty widescreen photography can't save it. You'll be falling asleep, or illuminating your watch every two minutes. This is 124 minutes of boredom.