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Very very predictable, including the post credit scene !!!

Redundant and unnecessary.

A Masterpiece!

Very good movie overall, highly recommended. Most of the negative reviews don't have any merit and are all pollitically based. Give this movie a chance at least, and it might give you a different perspective.

The Polish film 11 minut was shown in the U.S. with the translated title 11 Minutes (2015). Jerzy Skolimowski was the writer and director.This should have been a perfect film evening. 11 Minutes was the opening film of Rochester's Polish Film Festival. Jerzy Skolimowski is one of the greatest writers and directors in Polish film history. 11 Minutes was shown in the superb Dryden Theatre at The George Eastman Museum. The Deputy Consul of the Polish consulate in NYC traveled to Rochester for the event, and gave a welcoming speech using impeccable English. The Director of Programming at the George Eastman Museum gave a learned introduction. The only problem is that 11 Minutes is a truly bad film. In theory, at least, the film portrays 11 minutes in Warsaw through the eyes of countless participants.The only three characters with names are the sleazy film director Richard Martin (Richard Dormer), the beautiful aspiring actor Anna Hellman (Paulina Chapko), and the dog owned by "Girl with a Dog" (Bufo, played by Bufo.) Incidentally, Bufo did a fine job in his role.) All the other characters had names like, "Husband of Courier's Lover."This film may have worked for some people, but it didn't work for me. Scenes popped up on the screen and disappeared. What happened to the drug courier? Why had Anna's husband been arrested,and why did Girl with a Dog tell the hot-dog vendor that she was surprised to see him out of jail? Why do the nuns want mayonnaise in addition to mustard on their hot-dogs?If you are looking for a way to spend 81 unpleasant minutes, this is the movie for you. If you want an excellent 94 minutes of movies, then rent, buy, or stream Knife in the Water. (It was co-written by Jerzy Skolimowski.)11 Minutes carries a terrible 5.8 IMDb rating. My mistake was not to trust my fellow reviewers. Live and learn.

Unfortunately, this is the type of movie that draws out all those filmmakers who want to weigh in on what the director did wrong. I'm not a filmmaker, so I just sat back and enjoyed this director's efforts.All the characters were interesting, and I particularly liked the director's decision to cut back and forth between the various players as the narrative moved forward. That choice requires a little more effort on our part, but it's well worth the effort.All in all, I had a great time, even if I did get most of my anxiety buttons pushed, but that's what happens when a film builds suspense slowly and relentlessly.If you're the type of person who enjoys most kinds of movies, then you'll enjoy the unusual approach they took with this one, and it has my most hearty recommendation.

The film's most blatant metaphor is the dead pixel on a computer screen. One security officer tries to wipe it off, thinking it's a bird dropping. In the last image, a proliferation of thousands of screen images that turns into an abstraction as the screens multiply, the black spot persists. The painter catches it in an accidental ink stain, but the young thief recognizes it from the sky. The blot in the sky may be what the sleazy "director" points to the actress to lure her out on the balcony.So what's a burned pixel? It's an imperfection, a flaw, the fly in the ointment, what stops us short of perfection. It's the governing principle of life, which we might otherwise conceptualize as the vagaries of destiny, fate, doom, coincidence, the quirk that prevents our harmony and peace. What renders making vulnerable. The last screen shows a plethora of images of lives unwinding on separate screens. It's like the security officers' multiple outlook but multiplied. Thousands of people engaged in thousands of incidents, each with its own tensions, designs, solitudes, united only by what connections they have in time and space. Yet any one can suffer a turn that ties several together in a shared disaster. Fate is a burned out pixel. As Skolimowski intercuts several story lines in the same 11 minutes we have no idea how these lives will intersect, if at all. As it happens, the director flogging a fake script to seduce an actress sets the dominoes falling. Ironically, the self-styled director ends up making the film's spectacular disaster climax. A jealous husband helps, but so do the two hotel security officers whose attempt to save the husband kills the wife.There is no logic in our lives, just the interweaving of chance and mischance. Having seen the ending one craves to see the whole film afresh to look for the auguries of coincidence and doom. In all the stories here, there is no joy. The closest we get to innocence and unalloyed pleasure is the nuns enjoying the hot dogs and the vendor's knowledge. But even there, the vendor has a sordid past expressed by a young woman. And nuns in habits are not living purity when they partake of a street hot dog, even apart from "the sin of gluttony." Otherwise each little drama involves sin and transgression. Still, the punishment is disproportionate to the sins.

Polish/Irish co-production 'Eleven Minutes' follows several characters over the course of eleven minutes in their lives - and straight away we run slap-bang into the film's main problem. Most eleven-minute segments of people's lives are mundane and dull, and so, for some of the characters, is the case here: the woman walking her dog; the couple watching pornography in an illicitly-occupied hotel room. But by contrast, other characters pack an awful lot into their allotted time: the teenager who gets ignored by his mother, robs a pawnshop and finds a dead body inside; or the motorcycle courier who escapes from his lover's husband, gets involved in a police chase, trips out and then goes to meet his father - all this in just eleven minutes? Really?Also not helping is director Jerzy Skolimowski's decision to intercut between the characters, which gives an impression of more time passing in the story than is actually the case. Exclusively following one character to the end of his/her story, then another, then another, might have given a greater feeling of urgency. And the way the different characters' stories come together at the end is either skillfully done, or utterly contrived, depending on what mood the viewer is in at the time!Skolimowski's career goes back to the sixties. To say this film sees him coasting on his reputation would be cruel, but I can't help wondering if the London Film Festival luminary who introduced it would have been quite so gushing had the director been a first-timer.