"Time heals everything," it's suggested several times in this film. I can't say I buy that (never have, never will). Still, this is compelling storytelling. YELLOW ASPHALT never wavers: it assaults the viewer's sensibilities in a low-key manner that is akin to a speaker whose argument infuriates the listener but who refuses to lose his own cool in the face of the listener's fury. (I must confess: I didn't get the bit where the tire is accepted in exchange for the life of the little boy; it simply didn't ring true, and is the one "black mark" in the movie's mostly moving narrative.) The characters are often caught between a rock and a hard place, and they don't always make the right choices; that's nothing less than human nature. Verete has every right to tell his story the way he chooses.
Review of Yellow Asphalt
