Yeah, I'm kind of with Bosco here as well, though perhaps slightly more positive. A surprising lack of visceral impact as the story progressed. The moments that did tear me up only magnified how seldom those moments were occurring. And maybe that's part of the exercise here. This moment in life is about endurance, not emotional breakdown. Brilliant performances from all involved, especially Riva, whose quiet rage as her health fails her gave the film its pathos. Her life as a spectacle gave the film something of a voyeuristic feel, strengthened by the opening and closing shots. Probably my least favorite of Haneke's recent output, but still well worth experiencing.