What’s remarkable about the movie is the spectacle of each long take. Yes, the shots are often quiet and yes, the movements are sometimes slow, but in turn each little drop and dip and tick and tack becomes something grand and beautiful. These “little things” reflect volumes about authenticity to the performance. Kudos to the Peter Berling who played the doctor. His un-nimble fingers slapping everything they touched, and his thick heavy breath gagging on his own weight wonderfully counterbalanced the precise and gentle camera and more importantly, kept me smiling. I found myself no longer wondering what was going to happen next, but enjoying what was happening then (and that is the secret to holding an audience’s attention for seven hours).