Constipation, the movie

"“Constipation - rien ne va plus” - A terrible plague is spreading across the globe: people simply can't poop anymore. Millions have already died an agonizing death, and the existence of the entire human race is at stake. There is only one person who could save the world - the mysterious Russian super-proctologist Professor Dr. Sergej Popovitch. But the professor has disappeared without a trace on his expedition into the legendary forests of the dictatorship of Cloacia. A colorful, international search party sets out to find him, carrying the world's entire supply of laxatives in their backpacks. Please write a serious film review of this fictional film."

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"Film review: Constipation – Rien ne va plus

What initially sounds like a bizarre parody of global disaster movies turns out to be a dark allegory about the stagnation of human civilization. Director Alexei Trufanov stages Constipation – Rien ne va plus with the seriousness of a medical drama and the force of a metaphysical apocalyptic thriller. The result is a film that tips the absurd into the sublime – and vice versa.

The premise – a world in which no one can defecate anymore – seems grotesque, but Trufanov treats it with the gravitas of a Dostoevsky novel. Global intestinal obstruction becomes a cipher for intellectual, social and moral constipation. Humanity is stuck – literally and symbolically. No metabolism, no cleansing, no progress.

At the center is the search for the missing proctologist Prof. Dr. Sergej Popovitch, a mythical healer and martyr figure, somewhere between Rasputin and Jonas Salk. The expedition into the dictatorship of Cloacia leads the search party into a gloomy territory reminiscent of Tarkovsky's Stalker Zone: swampy, foggy, contaminated – a realm in which nature, body, and spirit have collapsed in equal measure.

The international cast (including Isabelle Huppert, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Toni Servillo) acts with stoic despair. There is hardly any dialogue; instead, an oppressive silence dominates, interrupted only by the dull, rhythmic sounds of human agony. The camera stays close to the bodies—sweaty, tense, quietly hoping for release.

Visually, Constipation is both an imposition and a triumph. Trufanov works with earthy, putrid colors that make every scene seem like it comes from the inside of a suppressed scream. The music by  Arvo Pärt (reinterpreted by a Lithuanian experimental ensemble) reinforces the feeling of sacred hopelessness.

In the last third, when Popovitch is found in a cave – half human, half legend – the film finally tips into the mythical. His “cure” is not a pharmacological intervention, but a realization: humanity has forgotten the principle of letting go. The finale, a wordless sequence of collective liberation and simultaneous doom, is one of the most disturbing images in contemporary cinema.

Constipation – Rien ne va plus is not a comedy, not a splatter film, not science fiction. It is a parable about congestion as a form of existence – a meditation on guilt, control, and the inability to get rid of the superfluous. A film that hurts, but does not let go."

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