This one shouldn't work as well as it does. Basic setup: a teacher loses it and kills a pupil, so the girl's dad spends years raising a son for a single job — revenge. Nothing complicated about it. Yermek Shinarbayev takes his time getting there, and somehow you don't mind.
What got me is how little that seemed to matter. There's a Tarkovsky feel to the whole thing. It plays out as a string of moods rather than a straight story, each one bleeding into the next, all tied together by a sickle that keeps turning up when you least want it to. It stays close to one family falling apart, but underneath that is the history of Koreans forcibly moved across the Soviet Union. Nobody spells it out. It's just there, in everything.
A couple of the middle sections feel like padding before it finds its footing again, and it wants patience over plot. Worth it, though. It's cold, it's gorgeous, and it stays with you long after — payback that never really finishes.