All been said before, right, especially as regards adultery in the cultured classes?
Not with Reygadas. Here's a man who's really prepared to give the genres a nudge, really has the chops to pull it off.
Starting with no intro, and seemingly innocent scenes of kids playing at a lake, Reygadas carries 170 stylish minutes better than most directors carry 90.
There is a narrative arc, but Our Time deliberately operates at its edges. Characters argue off screen. Husband writes to wife. Does same, to wife's lover. Daughter comes on, for a couple of voice-overs. There's horse- and cow-play aplenty, often bearing a jagged relation to what's going down with the humans.
Reygadas still needs his get-out-of-jail card, to take the movie to the next level. This arrives with a late detonation, when the husband visits a dying friend.
As a full on movie addict, it's a surprise to feel sudden tears, in real time. This did it for me. One to remember.