Me too, too, me too

About This Movie

So, there's this 2012 film, "Me too, too, me too," which has an almost haunting quality to it. You step into this environment where an old woman, frail and worn out, lies in her bed, and the camera captures her unwavering gaze. It’s unsettling yet captivating. The pacing feels intentionally slow, allowing the audience to linger in the atmosphere of despair and reflection. There’s a noticeable absence of flashy effects, but that’s what makes it distinctive; it’s raw and unvarnished. The performances hinge on the unspoken emotions, and while the details around the director and genres are murky, the film certainly leaves you with a sense of lingering contemplation.

This film remains somewhat elusive in the collector's market, with few copies circulating. Its obscurity often means that many collectors are unaware of its existence, which contributes to its mystique. While it may not be a mainstream hit, those who appreciate atmospheric cinema often seek it out for its unsettling themes and minimalist approach.