I don't know why the child couldn't fall asleep, I could hardly keep my eyes open. From start to finish. Looks as though the authors had a free winter day, the camera and an awkward silent boy whom they were asked to babysit. We don't have a script, but what the hell, we'll make it up along the way, the authors said. Release the boy! Camera! Action! And here's the result. It's not entirely bad, but extremely boring. Because not only there is no plot, but also not a single character. The boy moves and behaves like a somnambula and by the end of the film falls into utter catalepsy, his household is hardly in a better state. It is not until the 50th minute, when the boy is looking through the photos, that sort of an explosion happens. Explosion of meaning. At this moment you see what the film could've been if the authors had something to say. But the explosion turns out to be weak and quiet, the dust settles and everything returns to sleepy wandering.
My rating: 5.5.