Transposing the plot of The Postman Always Rings Twice into a windswept Hungary more suited to Dostoevsky than James M. Cain, György Féher (Twilight) and scriptwriter Béla Tarr (Satantango) have created an epic portrait of mood and psychology in which one static, unblinking long take unveils more about the human condition than a year's worth of Hollywood crime narratives. Existing in a realm of rain-lashed night, deserted countryside, and dimly lit, windowless rooms, Passion burrows into the everyday, "undramatic" spaces that other films eliminate, hypnotically exploring them until they become strangely, wondrously revelatory. Passion seems exhumed from an unlived time when cinema existed to tell not the tale but its ephemeral mood.-Jason Sanders