Acasa, My Home

It's a remarkable piece of documentary access.

It's a very empathetic portrait, but it also shows the complexity of this family... I think it's most poignant when it focuses on the children.

Needless to say, the point of Ciorniciuc's immersive, lively, warm and heartbreaking film is not to see the Enaches in the park as total paradise and their stab at urban living as some terrible detour into restrictiveness.

While the meandering sensibility of "Acasa, My Home" makes it a tough sit at times, the spell it casts through its all-access dive into subterranean life brought to the surface forms a compelling addition to one of international cinema's deepest.

The secret of this beautiful, bittersweet film about a group of people like no other is that, in the end, it's all so shockingly relatable.

Ciorniciuc opens a non-didactic and non-judgmental window for audiences into an alternative world where parents both nurture their babies within the rules of the nature and also deprive them of their vital rights, like safety and education.

It ruminates powerfully on the meaning of freedom, positing that our only chance at control may be a place far, far away from civilization, a place where the reeds sway gently and the fish are plenty.

The concept seems simple enough, but this multilayered Romanian documentary uncovers a deeply emotional exploration of how home defines family - that feels both specific and universal.

A stunning directorial debut that shows the devastating effects of trying to domesticate a free spirit.

Ciorniciuc provides all we need by simply documenting the Enaches as society's vice perpetually tightens around them.