Urszula Antoniak
Code Blue

Reviewing a film by detailing its plot is the hallmark of a mediocre journalist from the Echo of the Echo of the Echo of Bergamo, but I care about you, and the only way to ensure you avoid this film, perhaps tricked by some sadistic film club curator, is to recount almost verbatim the plot of this movie.

Because if I were to talk about how well-directed, divinely acted, masterfully sound-designed and photographed it is, you'd go see it even at the end of the world, but this film is a horrific experience for the human stomach and intellect.

But let's jump into the story: Marian is a nurse devoted to her patient to the point of criminality, and she has the habit of performing unwanted euthanasias; yet it's not just work in Marian's life, waiting for her outside the hospital are many friends, imagined, and a perfectly ordered apartment, thanks mainly to the fact that the moving boxes have never been unpacked, why? Who knows.

No use asking if this woman has a family, at work she boasts of having a daughter, but no one buys it, Marian's only friend is an old transvestite she occasionally watches TV with; the fact is that in Marian's life there's a desperate need for love, hence a maniac she meets in a video rental store returning two DVDs: Doctor Zhivago and a nice porno (personally, I find watching the first more immoral, but those are details), she rents them, watches Doctor Zhivago sitting on her bare mattress, then switches to the porn, and while we hear the classic moans, we find her naked painting a door red, why? Who knows.

This cinema-loving man shares with Marian a passion for Voyeurism; scene: Marian looks out the window (just like the mysterious charming man) and sees two men raping a young girl in the middle of a field, and now it all makes sense! Marian is a weirdo because she was raped in her youth, and this somewhat metaphysical flashback-explanation allows us to watch the film with a minimal understanding! No. The rape really happened, in fact, the next morning the young protagonist finds a used condom in the field where it happened, she returns home and passes it between her legs, why? Who knows.

But back to her career, a night shift and another unwanted lethal injection, but the patient doesn't seem very consenting, resists but ultimately succumbs, guilt and many questions torment the protagonist, and we are tormented by a scene where Marian creates a monstrous scene at the supermarket checkout over an 80-cent overcharge, whoever made the mistake must repent and pay, even if it wasn't intentional, thoughts Marian wants to share with the old transvestite, too bad he throws himself out of his apartment window, why? Who knows.

But life goes on, and Marian finds herself at a party (I shouldn't say it, but the sound editing of this scene is spectacular) where she finally gets to talk to the handsome Konrad (there's the name of the mysterious cinema lover, and Doctor Zhivago fan), all things considered, this Konrad is nice, and it's also clear that both of them haven't had intimate encounters in a long time, sparks fly, and the two excited youths catapult to her place...

no, come on, I can't tell the ending,

no, I have to, for your own good.

An emotional kiss ensues, he makes to leave, she begs him not to, this arouses Konrad quite a bit, so much that he asks her to do it more vehemently and pleadingly, she has no trouble doing so, he at this point brings out the jewels (this actor was present in the room, what an embarrassment for the poor guy) but prefers to go it alone, despite her being more than willing to be helpful, nothing doing. Konrad finishes the job and, while he's at it, gives a couple of educational slaps to Marian, who, recovering from the nasty blow, takes a refreshing shower with a side of wrist slitting, why? This one I know! Because after a film like this, the only satisfaction for the brave viewer who stayed in the theater is to see the protagonist of these 80 minutes of philistine scenes die senselessly, shot solely to please sadistic film club curators.