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Entertainment Sunday:An intimate, wordless portrait of a pig in ‘Gunda’

Monday. Ugh. The very word emits a chill. Monday means back to school, or work. Nose to the grindstone. Party’s over. Friday, meanwhile, is the opposite vibe. What’s great about Friday is that, unlike Saturday and certainly Sunday, it signals the beginning of fun. Friday means you have lots of time — Monday’s a mere twinkle in the distance. Now there’s an entire movie, “Monday,” by writer-director Argyris Papadimitropoulos, based on this concept. The story of an intoxicating love affair slowly inching toward some sort of reckoning with reality, “Monday” should really be called “Mostly Friday,” because most of what we see transpires in that phase: the beginning of a relationship, when we willfully ignore any warning signals. ADVERTISEMENT “Monday” takes some patience. It’s arresting at times, and beautiful, even seductive, mainly due to the chemistry between its leads, Sebastian Stan and Denise Gough, who spend a lot of time, well, having sex. (Stan recently promoted the movie by teasing a shot of his nude backside on Instagram. This will not hurt the film’s chances.) But Papadimitropoulos doesn’t say a whole lot here or offer much of a lesson. This may not be a fatal problem, but it can feel trying; better to watch this film on a Friday, when you have no reason to rush through life. Speaking of intoxicating, our setting is Greece. In the summer. This is where we meet thirtysomething American immigration lawyer Chloe (Gough, an Irish actress better known for her accomplished stage work), who’s spending one last night on the Athens club scene before returning stateside. Chloe is nursing a bad breakup; it’s time to go home and start a new job. But then she meets Mickey, also American, a DJ and jingle writer who’s been living in Athens for years. Mickey is charismatic and charming — a man-boy who’s clearly gotten by on these assets for a long time. They meet on the dance floor and are kissing within seconds. The next morning, they wake up stark naked on the beach. The cops take them down to the station. In handcuffs, they introduce themselves to each other by name for the first time. Ah, young(ish) love. The cops let them go, and Mickey gives Chloe a lift home. It would all end here, except she lost her bag, with her keys. She ends up traveling to a dreamy island with him for a party. And soon, they’re hooked. Chloe gets as far as the security line at the airport, but he races there and pulls her back at the last moment. ADVERTISEMENT If it’s a bit hard to believe a woman like Chloe — smart, with a meaningful career — would drop everything (and halfway through security!), well, we’re willing to suspend disbelief. After all, it IS Friday. In fact that first chapter is called “Friday,” as is the next, and the next, and the next. And these two can’t keep their hands off each other. They have sex everywhere, including in a flatbed truck on a side street in daylight. But fissures slowly appear. An old friend of Mickey’s comes to visit and tells him, “You’re only happy when you’re failing.” Mickey’s ex, meeting Chloe, calls him “a baby.” This concerns her, but the magnetic field of their attraction is apparently too intense to escape. At the same time, there’s a worrying undercurrent that maybe it’s not all about chemistry — maybe these two are using each other for reasons they’d prefer not to acknowledge. One of them actually verbalizes this, but it’s pretty far into the game, “Monday” has an artsy, improvised feel, but also falls prey to some pretty standard rom-com tropes. Running to the airport to catch someone just before they board a plane, for example, seems right out of a Richard Curtis film. The same goes for someone grabbing the mic at a random wedding to make a clumsy, drunken pronouncement of love. What saves scenes like this is the fact that Gough is so genuine a performer, you really want to see how her Chloe will handle things. As for Stan, he has enough raw appeal to make you empathize, if not totally buy, Chloe’s willingness to hang around. As the relationship goes, so goes the film. The beginning is fun — for the characters, and for us. By the time we see the word “Monday” appear onscreen, we’ve already felt the oncoming chill. As Dorothy might say: “Toto, I’ve a feeling it’s not Friday anymore.” “Monday,” an IFC Films release, has been rated R by the Motion Picture Association of America “for sexual content, nudity/graphic nudity, drug use, and pervasive language.” Running time: 116 minutes. Two stars out of four. ___ MPAA definition of R: Restricted. Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian. ___ Follow Jocelyn Noveck on Twitter at www.Twitter.com/JocelynNoveckAP

The barnyard setting of “Gunda” could hardly be more familiar, but in Russian director Victor Kossakovsky’s documentary, a pigsty is rendered an almost alien landscape.

Kossakovsky’s film is shot in textured black and white and his cameras are often situated, humbly, in the hay. The film is wordless. There’s no human narration, no eye-popping “Planet Earth”-style camera work. “Gunda” is entirely invested in an intimate and artful view of farm animals, enlarging the lives of pigs, cows and chicken that so frequently end up on our plates.

The result, which was shortlisted for best documentary by the Academy Awards and which debuts digitally Friday, is a movie that aims to reorient the animal kingdom in cinema. It’s a little like if “Babe” wandered into an art house. Here, the animals of “Gunda” aren’t projections of humanity or metaphors for something else. There’s no sentimental coaxing of our identification with them. They are just going about their lives, and it’s for us to see things from their perspective.

When we meet our titular star, she’s resting in a barn door. The shot is lengthy — an early signal that Kossakovsky is slowing to the pace of his subjects — and soon her dozen piglets begin scampering over her. The action of “Gunda” is modest, but everything is captured from such a realistic, ground-level view that it can feel otherworldly. Much of the movies’ pleasure is in just watching how the animals move and how the sunlight — the same light that we live under — shines on them.

The pigs are the main attraction but we also follow a few chickens as they timidly emerge from crates like nervous sentries, their heads darting around. They venture out, eventually meeting a wire fence with confusion. A one-legged chicken hops its way through the grass. There are cows, too, who when released from the barn romp into dewy fields like children let of school.

But most of our time is with Gunda, a majestic mother who pushes her babes along with her snout and lies in mud while they suckle. We don’t ever see or hear humans, except late in the film when the wheels of a tractor roll up, looming ominously like a leviathan. By the time of the film’s devastating ending, Gunda’s life throbs with all the tragedy of more upright protagonists.

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“Gunda” ultimately falls somewhere between banal and profound. Maybe it’s both. Kossokovsky, whose previous film, “Aquarela,” was an expansive and visceral study of water, has grounded the nature film in a new movie terrain that for all its restraint, oozes empathy. He has done right by his subjects, but have we?

“Gunda,” a Neon release, is rated G by the Motion Picture Association of America. Running time: 93 minutes. Three stars out of four.

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Follow AP Film Writer Jake Coyle on Twitter at: http://twitter.com/jakecoyleAP

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