Our Gang

If you took a sip of milk every time someone said "God bless," by the end you’d inevitably puke, and you wouldn’t even need to finish with Jan Skopeček's strudel. Or, there’s a chance it might come up sooner just from witnessing the comrade-like initiative. A few moments brush against humor (Josef Kemr's approach to his wife, and Petr Nárožný's magic act, which oddly reminded me of Statham), but otherwise, it became insufferable to the core of collectivism. (01/23/2024)