For a conventional idea it's a surprise to see just how Bladerunner-ish this film looks, particularly in the first story of desperate and shocking poverty. Stylised camerawork reflects the young girl's point of view, with incidents appearing mysterious and magical. Bloodstains make the patterns of flowers.
Cripples become comforting clowns.
And most strikingly, in the disturbing domestic fights between mother and father, the violence appears as a gentle dance punctuated by distressing, yet bizarre comic poses. Both the child and her extremely messed-up parents give beautifully understated performances in what is often touching, difficult but compulsive viewing. The second and third sections are rather more mundane though some visual hints suggest that these may be later portions of the same lives. By section three the relationship is almost non-existent, something pondered by the daughter as her mother both needs and fights with her. She also reflects on her failed romantic escapades in what forms by far the slowest and least interesting of the pieces, although the final shot provides a great end to this cyclical movie.