This is truly an art film, without being pretentiously artsy. It's a rather macabre story of child abuse by a woman with obvious mental illness, the father's failure to act upon it until it's nearly too late, and a child's survival. The film is fascinating to watch: it's shot entirely in black and white, which gives it a feel of being emotionally distant from the viewer. The performances, particularly Patricia Velasquez as the mother, and Alexander Dreymon as the father, are outstanding. There is very little speaking from characters - maybe a few sentences. Rather, messages are conveyed to the viewer through physicality of the performances and from a collection of classical poems which are read by characters or by a narrator, throughout the film. (As a writer and editor, and someone with a literature degree, I really appreciated this unique approach.) The film itself is rather like a poem, going by as a series of emotional and visual impressions, rather than as the more detailed and concrete story a film with color and dialogue would have told - and because of that the treatment of the abuse seems a bit shallow. However, the film is extremely unique, exactly for what it is. I'll be thinking about it for a long time.