Nimic

So goes the first lines in Yorgos Lanthimos' odd little 2019 short: "Excuse me. Do you have the time?" The answer, at a runtime of 12 minutes is.... maybe? For fans of Lanthimos... Yes?

Nimic, like the title suggests, is slightly off, not quite right, not quite 'mimic,' and nothing here is quite resolved. Apart from, that is, a mood, a surreal little ride, a feeling of unease.

Father, the film's blank protagonist (tricky ground here), meets a woman on a subway, only to find himself followed, 'Mimicked,' and the absurdity of this, like in many of Lanthimos' films, is accepted by his family.

So perhaps too should the viewer when watching Nimic.

"Nimic," Romanian for "Nothing" - is a word also present in the film: from the way its characters fill voids, wear dull expressions; the film's narrative itself with no concrete answer. What should be expected here is the fun of the experimentation, the cinematography (a great camera whip), the soundtrack, and simply that.

It's less than 10 minutes and it's beautiful and enjoyable at least. It's like Dostoyevsky's "The Double" but really short and it's Lanthimos instead.

It was a fun 12 minutes, I have to admit. Nothing too spectacular, but nothing too bland either.

I don't know this for sure but it has certain similarities to Zulawski's Possession; from the way certain scenes were framed, the camera angles and just the overall vibe.

All you need to know about this short is... it's made by the man himself Yorgos Lanthimos.

The somnambulistic universe inhabited by Lanthimos/Fillipou characters is not limited to closures through the wide-angle lens use. It extends to a reactionary critique of home, family, affectivity, de-historicizing (contra, say, Bergman's similar doublings in 'Persona') the pathologies that afflict it by stretching the doppelgänger effect ad infinitum and by reducing structures to communicative breaching experiments.