This is at best a distant cousin to the Eastern European Life Really Sucks genre.
The story of the slow dissolution of a society, where the young move out and the old quietly die (often before the grave) plays out so frequently in Western art houses and film festivals. Is it a matter of exporting things you already have a surplus of?
Anyway, nothing much happens. The few instances of "magic" aren't supported by the overall structure and theme. This is a snapshot of a dying town, somewhere out on the suburban steppes, just waiting to fade slowly into the white background of the near-eternal northern winter.
The story of the slow dissolution of a society, where the young move out and the old quietly die (often before the grave) plays out so frequently in Western art houses and film festivals. Is it a matter of exporting things you already have a surplus of?
Anyway, nothing much happens. The few instances of "magic" aren't supported by the overall structure and theme. This is a snapshot of a dying town, somewhere out on the suburban steppes, just waiting to fade slowly into the white background of the near-eternal northern winter.