4 aka Chetyre (2004)

So I was taken to the ICA to see this well-reviewed Russian film and sat there for the full two hours plus (which felt a lot longer), and guess what folks, I have not the slightest idea what it was about or what I was meant to take from the experience.  It started well enough with the deserted streets of Moscow occupied only by wild dogs, soon to be disturbed by earth-moving machines.  It then moved to three strangers in an empty bar telling wild lies about their work and lives.  The rest of the movie followed them into their real worlds, concentrating particularly on the sole female.  We accompany her on an interminable train journey and a trek across some muddy fields as she goes to the funeral of an ex-girlfriend who lived among a community of crones who chewed bread from which she fashioned dolls' heads.  Yeah! The balance of the film focuses on the old ladies gorging on a dead pig and exposing their withered dugs.  By the time the film ended on a close-up of one of the crones crooning a folk song I was consumed by uncontrollable giggles.  I guess I'll never hack it as a serious film critic.