The movie lives from its dense atmosphere, from the play of dark and light, from its rare action, which seems to have been lost among extremely static actors, but which is obviously seen through a stranger's eyes and shows a road that has to be taken by young Irene.
It also lives from the intense and almost exaggerated sound level. The subtle innumerability of shown doors burn themselves into the minds of the audience and offer Irene the only reasonable path, but which she doesn't follow after all. She thus opens the remaining door to her own fate. Only towards the end one can suspect that behind the previously shown doors, which are vanishing from visibility after a while, she could have found the road to escape from this dreary place.
The blurred action, as well as the fate of Irene's predecessor, which lays somewhere in the dark of the woods, remains just there after the end of the movie and leaves the recipient wondering: only the form of art is stringent, nothing offers clarity in "Hotel", not even Irene's seemingly horrid scream, which in his only repetition could just as well sound as a wild animal's scream.
It also lives from the intense and almost exaggerated sound level. The subtle innumerability of shown doors burn themselves into the minds of the audience and offer Irene the only reasonable path, but which she doesn't follow after all. She thus opens the remaining door to her own fate. Only towards the end one can suspect that behind the previously shown doors, which are vanishing from visibility after a while, she could have found the road to escape from this dreary place.
The blurred action, as well as the fate of Irene's predecessor, which lays somewhere in the dark of the woods, remains just there after the end of the movie and leaves the recipient wondering: only the form of art is stringent, nothing offers clarity in "Hotel", not even Irene's seemingly horrid scream, which in his only repetition could just as well sound as a wild animal's scream.