Directed by:
Juraj JakubiskoCinematography:
Ján ĎurišComposer:
Andrej TurokCast:
Franco Nero, Eva Elsnerová, Richard Krajčo, Lucie Vondráčková, Mahulena Bočanová, Jaromír Nosek, Jiří Langmajer, Beata Greneche, Ondřej Pavelka, Paula Wild (more)Plots(1)
A story of relationships from which love never faded because it never existed at all. After having an orgasm humans are in an unusual frame of mind. They no longer seek what moments before they may have desired, they laugh at things that might recently have provoked them to violence, and they have no idea if they even got what they wanted. Nine characters, each a symbol of contemporary lifestyles, find themselves in such a state. The mathematical possibilities (four men times five women) result in 20 mini-episodes which merge into a single story of love, relationships, and sex. Nothing remains hidden but the intimate regions of the human body. (official distributor synopsis)
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There is no art for art's sake. Juraj Jakubisko's indecisiveness between pushing visual exhibitionism to the max or hammering the audience with the "profound" idea of the screenplay, which he co-wrote with Marcel Bystroň, is the main stumbling block. The relentless effort to create strong metaphors on the topic of sex, which every person encounters, somehow falls flat due to the plotline lacking logical coherence and needlessly shattering into various disjointed pieces that won't fit together, even if the viewer were to stand on their head while contemplating. The purposefully frenetic interchange of camera filters along with rapid editing strongly reminded me of Tony Scott's films. Seriously! It's really hard for me to comprehend how a quite sizable group of Czech A-list actors, including one Italian, got involved in this project. We can pretty much turn up our noses regarding the concept of the "Slovak Fellini."
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Debacle and catastrophe that make it much easier to laugh at the level of Czech cinema again. Nero, Krajčo or Vondráčková should never play anywhere again because they are literally shameful and only increase the feeling of complete awkwardness with any emotional pseudomovement. Without Jiří Langmajer, it would be the biggest flop in recent years. I don't care what Jakubisko is trying to say, this form would not sell anything.
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Given his previous accomplishments, Juraj Jakubisko doesn't need to fear hell for directing this atrocity, but he definitely deserves purgatory. Such an experienced director should recognize a bad script when he sees one. But even the execution is rushed. Stupid dialogues, zero plot. Brr! Overall impression: 5%.
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I’m sitting on an idiot and feeling good. Franco Nero, whose eyes suggested he was hitting it hard between shooting days, led me to think about how to slightly elevate this filmic scum with a moral message on the level of an infomercial. At the end, during Morricone’s "L'Arena," a bell would ring three times, and clown Langmajer would shoot the flower off Krajčo's lapel. Naturally, with semen.
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