The Chilean drama The Club, from Pablo Larraín (2012’s No),
might be spare, but it packs a lot into its loosely plotted and
deceptively low-key spaces. In a small seaside town, four men and a
woman — four former Catholic priests and a former nun — share a house.
They are intentionally isolated, having committed some sin and now living in an on-earth purgatory, caught between the oversight of the Church and the potential dangers and temptations of the secular world. They are a companionably cranky lot who share the unsanctioned hobby of greyhound racing.
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They are intentionally isolated, having committed some sin and now living in an on-earth purgatory, caught between the oversight of the Church and the potential dangers and temptations of the secular world. They are a companionably cranky lot who share the unsanctioned hobby of greyhound racing.
http://www.pghcitypaper.com/pittsburgh/the-club/Content?oid=1900683
