A man becomes obsessively jealous of his pianist wife and her violinist companion.
One of the most interesting adaptations (or should that be transpositions?) of a cherished piece of classic literature. The lo-fi nature of the early digital camera is actually a strength, giving it something of a cinéma vérité feeling. But what it reminded me most of was Thomas Vinterburg's The Celebration (1998) with its decidedly Dogme 95 vibe. Much more than meets the eye in this film, though, especially in the ingratiating misogyny of Edgar's taxi driver, but also in the film's subtle suggestion that Edgar actually wanted to be cheated on — or rather, he wanted the feelings that go with that, a sentiment well-captured in Tolstoy's novella. Of course, Beethoven's music does a lot of the heavy lifting, but I found this strangely compelling.