Love (1971) review

A dying woman doesn't know her son was imprisoned by the Hungarian police, so her daughter-in-law pens fake letters to her to have her believe he's alive and well and in New York City, making movies. This is a lot more style than substance, as Makk splices in clips of the past and future mid-scene to keep things visually diverse - else the first hour is basically a one-room stage play - and the dialogue consists mostly of the older woman complaining about her ailing condition. It does not say much more about Communism in Eastern Europe other than the obvious fact that it tore families apart.