Directed by:
Jan HřebejkCinematography:
Jan MalířCast:
Jiří Macháček, Simona Babčáková, Pavel Liška, Emília Vášáryová, Nina Divíšková, Pavel Landovský, Vica Kerekes, Vojta Husa, Roman Luknár, Ady Hajdu (more)Plots(1)
The movie’s main hero is Oskar, a TV weatherman. Like many fortysomethings, Oskar tries to ward off his mid-life crisis and his increasingly dissatisfying marriage with a steady stream of affairs. When he manipulates a weather report for the sake of flirting, the repercussions are quick to follow: Oskar finds himself jobless and wifeless. His carefree bachelor lifestyle, interlaced with lovers of varying ages, is not, however, idyllic. (official distributor synopsis)
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In the beginning, the story almost seemed like it was deep, so that the creators could spend the rest of the film proving otherwise. There were too few funny scenes for this to be a comedy, I was annoyed by various subplots that didn’t get resolved, and my overall impression was that nobody had any idea how to end the film, so they just let the closing credits roll. I’ve always been fond of redheads, so at least Vica Kerekes brought some joy to my heart.
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Do they have no shame? Don’t worry... Everything is as it used to be. Jan Hřebejk is still one of the greatest filmmaker talents in this country. He still has a nose for actors (but unfortunately not for non-actors). The rather shaky introduction is more than made up for by the subsequent storyline with Babčáková and Liška. And in the end, even Oskar’s story starts to get more interesting, improving hand in hand with the quality. Simply a classic Hřebejk movie (perhaps the best since Lop the Loop) with all of the pluses and minuses that this “subgenre" carries with it. The absence of Jarchovský (at last!) didn’t have any significant impact on the coherence of the screenplay. It remains a mass of perfect scenes that don’t make that much sense together.
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Stories about marriage and sex made for a book that is almost genius. That's why Shameless had already lost right from the beginning, but it came out of the duel with relative honor. There had to be some kind of coherent story, but it definitely should have been closer to Oskar. Zuzana's actions are very ambivalent, ordinary, and unfortunately without a point. Material taken from Michal Viewegh should have been a sure bet in a screenplay, so I really don't understand why I had to follow this or that tired storyline. The strongest moments naturally come when a replica from one of the short stories appears, when one favorite story connects with another, and surprisingly, the newly added Nora is a great guiding storyline. Everything at least seemingly works, but in too many places, I clearly felt that something was missing, not to mention the variability of moods in a few of the storylines. And Jan Hřebejk, fortunately, has by now finally discarded his former mask of the savior of Czech cinematography, which he so incomprehensibly claimed for himself, but he should reflect on his chansonier/melancholic syndrome. The mutual similarity of the presented musical environments is already alarming.
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It’s actually not that strange to realize that people with such natures also live among us. However, the problem with this film is as old as Czech cinema itself, because Hřebejk's team was translating another Viewegh book and somehow didn't add any dramatic or dramaturgical framework. He built all of Shameless on Macháček and his walking through absurd situations without any rhyme or reason. The audience kitsch was fulfilled by a trailer full of celebrities, including Karel Gott, and Eva (now Vica) Kerekes’ bust. Babčáková and Liška sealed their positions as obligatory actors and Divíšková and Landovský once again made it loudly known that they are still among us.
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One of the weakest Hřebejk films I've seen. You watch it and it's kind of nothing. It has some nice elements, like Emilia Vášáryová, a naked Vica, who has a simply stunning body in my eyes, good moments here and there, like the scene with the former student, but overall it amounts to nothing about nothing that can happen to any of us.
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