kenjha A nurse travels from the Ukraine to Vienna in search of employment while a couple of shiftless Austrian men make the reverse trip. The two stories are told in parallel but are not integrated, making it seem like two films spliced together because they happen to have the same settings. The main attraction here is the titillation suggested by the movie's poster, although it's not enough to sustain one's interest. The film moves at a very deliberate pace and, like its characters, wanders aimlessly. The filmmakers are trying to make a point here but it's not clear what that point is. And they take much too long to not make a point. The cinematography is nice.

Scott Lanaway I'm not going to write much here. I am open to dark films (in fact I tend to prefer them). But this was one of the most depressing, frustrating films I have ever seen. Long, long, long cut scenes of depressing or morbid circumstances (such as people suffering in palliative care, very raw). The director establishes the mood and the dynamic between the characters and then stays on the scene, often with minimal dialogue for 4-5 minutes - agonizingly long. This film is not an exploration of existential depression -- this film IS existential depression. The one 'warm' scene in the film where Olga dances with the old man, felt to me like a brief smile before being sucked down a black hole - which is what this film felt like.The sole mandate seemed to be to show that life is sh*t and then you die - mission accomplished.

steve-tiller1 I saw this movie in London on a Friday night in October at a point when the world's finances were in meltdown and the FTSE had lost 9% of its value in one day. So what? So everything... This film couldn't have been more apposite; Import Export is all about capitalism - and cash. Having it. Not having it. And the humiliations most people must undergo just to stay afloat.And, as it turns out in this movie, the real heroes of the piece are the 'losers' West and East, but particularly the latter; losers who may have few chips to bet in capitalism's little crap game, but ones who haven't yet forgotten their humanity.In particular Olga, the Ukrainian nurse who travels to the West only to absorb one humiliation after another. In a series of beautiful scenes in the Geriatric hospital in Vienna where she now works as a cleaner - we see her variously comb the hair of a demented inmate before a nurse tell her it's against the rules, plug in a phone and sing a lullaby to her baby a thousand miles to the East, dance tenderly with a dying patient in a basement storeroom and later go to the 'Exitus' to make a last vigil over his body, a moment of almost religious intensity...Interwoven with her story, is that of Pauli who makes the journey in the opposite direction, ending up in the Ukraine with his debased and alcoholic step-father, a pathetic and impotent racist whose behaviour reminded me strongly of the SS invaders in the climactic scene of Elim Klimov's Come and See. A man whose debasement is a cypher for the moral emptiness of the West. For money, he gets a prostitute, naked from the waist down, to crawl round on her hands and knees while telling her to repeat, in German, a language she doesn't understand, that she's a 'stupid f**king c**t'.The power of money. The only thing he understands...Pauli finally tries to 'defect' to the East. But even there the system is now dog eat dog so he leaves his step-father and begins to hitch-hike back. Meanwhile, at the hospital, the cleaners, ladies from the East all, sit in their overalls around a dinner table and share a joke. And laugh and laugh and laugh.Their spirit is not dead. It's the real power of the downtrodden. Everywhere.

likedeeler I had not heard of the director before I saw the film last night in our small cinema around the corner. My personal favourite in 2007 so far.Most, if not all, actors are nonprofessionals, delivering spotless performances. This adds to the film's impact and slice-of-life feel while being contrasted by deliberately artificial camera views. There are two story lines that cross but never merge: Olga, a nurse in a grey Ukrainian city, wants to find something better than her clinic work that just does not pay. She lives in a shabby flat with her mother and leaves behind her little child to go to Vienna, after a short intermezzo in the webcam porn business. In Austria, Olga gets hired as a charlady in well-off people's houses before she ends up working in a geriatric hospital, putting away shitty nappies.Paul, from Vienna, lives with his mother, too. He starts a job as security guard in a car park and loses it again after a bunch of youngsters get at him in the basement at night, strip and humiliate him. Paul is broke and constantly has to evade his shady creditors. He stupidly provokes losing also his girlfriend and eventually goes to the Ukraine with his mother's sleazy boyfriend to set up bubble gum machines.The sparse plot is depicted in and around a series of still lifes through which the characters move. The camera changes between hand-held motion and those long, static, almost photographic images. Their often symmetric composition conveys beauty and drabness at the same time. Some scenes are unbelievably hard, others very comical, many are both. Sex, death, hope, humiliation, agony, compassion, the ugly face of capitalism and the grimaces of poverty. Separate rags for loo and bathroom armatures. Absurdity. Futility. It's all there, except deliverance. Breathtaking.