Pusinky
Rendező:
Karin Krajčo BabinskáOperatőr:
Martin DoubaSzereplők:
Sandra Nováková, Marie Doležalová, Petra Nesvačilová, Oldřich Hajlich, Erik Kalivoda, Lenka Vlasáková, Mario Kubaš, Filip Blažek, Matěj Ruppert (több)Tartalmak(1)
Bátor és provokatív film a kamaszkor végéről és a felnőttkor kezdetéről. Három lány érettségi után autóstoppal nekivág Európának, hogy utolsó közös nyarukat együtt töltsék. Negyedikként csatlakozik Iška kisöccse is. Úton Hollandia felé mindhárman felül akarják múlni a többit merészségben és szexuális kicsapongásokban, és ezzel barátságukat és lelki épségüket kockáztatják. Saját barátságuk veszélyeztetéséhez nemcsak ők maguk, de Iška kisöccse, Vojta is besegít. (M1)
(több)Recenziók (3)
Confused like a hysterical girl, inexplicably distant from the audience at times and full of everything and nothing at the same time. Nevertheless, a pleasant road movie with the chance to deeply touch more sensitive natures. However, the three kisses were very difficult for me to endure. Especially at the beginning, the screenplay awkwardly transitions from one scene to another, the heroines are annoying with their rehearsed babbling, and I couldn't understand what I should feel when the girls finish bathing and rejoice in a sense of complete relief after fifteen minutes. Nothing special has happened to them yet, so it's a bit early for any kind of cleansing. At that moment, I wouldn't believe that I would connect with Miss Karin's melancholic direction and eventually understand Iška to her deepest core. I don't have a problem with finding my way, I don't act offended when someone speaks to me, and I'm currently successfully avoiding any mental issues, but her tender desire for peak (albeit fleeting) moments started to consume me more and more. To the point where I almost completely succumbed to repeatedly appearing moments of emptiness. Mucha's precise music contributed the most to that. Criticisms slowly fade away during the credits because the emotions outweigh rational objections. Yes, Vendula is to blame, the journey to the Netherlands is a rather unnecessary symbolic goal, and the message of "Ecstasy of Freedom" didn't really resonate with me either. But sometimes reality surpasses everything.
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The Czech Republic needed this sort of film. Thanks to the sympathetic young actresses, the film broke through in places where less attractive faces would have caused a problem. It makes me happy that after only two years, each of them has already shown how independent they are.
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Sure, some of the dialogue was pretty weird, I almost shook my head off in disbelief during certain scenes (such as the transformation from a feeble drunk into an athlete, or Vendula, shortly after being almost raped, desperately calling out: "Where are the guys?"), but despite all that, it was a film that I was able to watch without wanting to blind or hang myself, and which left a rather positive impression on me compared to most contemporary Czech cinema.
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