What a strange confection White is – an opera of male agony and outrageously implausible picaresque adventure. Yet it succeeds amazingly on its own melodramatic terms.

A bleak but ultimately hopeful comedy which, if it hadn't got to be called White, might very well be dubbed Black.

The least favourite of the trilogy, this is also arguably the most accessible.

Overall, White is often regarded as the weakest film in the trilogy, but that is hardly fair. White has a lot to analyse and a lot of themes to discuss. This is a highly enjoyable film, set in a bleak world, where things aren’t in black and white.