Not only did this virulent coke addict direct this movie, but he wrote it, too. You might think having four cameras filming in real time with interconnected story lines would somehow alter the nature of the narrative, but it doesn't. You just sit there realizing you're seeing the same god damned formulaic shit again. An odd inclusion in the film is the reoccuring earthquakes, which hit the movie a total of four or five times, and add absolutely nothing to the plot or story. They just happen.
People go back doing what they do.
The pious priest. The stressed marriage. The handsome bachelor. You get the picture. It's stock characters in a stock situation making a somewhat interesting idea boring.