Going home is awkward enough without discovering that everyone has rewritten their own history. That's the snag for Veska, an archaeologist working near the Bulgarian–Turkish border, who finds that old acquaintances aren't quite who she remembers. Her trowel is no help.
What I liked most is how slippery everyone's morals turn out to be. Some once-decent sorts have curdled, while the local kingpin starts mending potholes as a goodwill gesture. Nobody sits still long enough to be judged. Yana Radeva keeps you watching as Veska, even if the film takes about 45 minutes to realise she's the lead.
The trouble is the loose ends. Characters and sub-plots wander in looking important, then vanish like finds nobody bothered to catalogue. Nearly three hours in, I was still wondering whether I'd missed something or the film had. I left intrigued, a bit frustrated and only fairly sure I enjoyed it.
There's probably a decent television series buried in here. Unfortunately, I only bought a cinema ticket.