This is what soul rest looks like: "Chicken. Fluff and Ashes" and white nights after

György Pálfi's film stuns the viewer with its opening scene and continues to regularly shock throughout its hour and a half. What begins in a documentary style turns into a crime drama and ends with reflections on the fate of humanity.

Of course, the line of the feathered beauty here covers up inhuman cruelty. But it is such a charming combination, at times uproariously funny, that it is impossible not to feel sympathy for the film.

If the credits are to be believed, the lead actresses were treated with love and care. One wants to believe it.

After such an evening, wings literally grow on your back. I sincerely recommend it.