Dvě slova jako klíč

This film is a tragically accurate diagnosis of the increasingly powerful scene of purveyors of spiritual fast food. I am not at all denying that by traveling the world and spending time with shamans, Brahmins and Indian tribes, these people may have achieved a deeper level of spiritual understanding. Unfortunately, they lack the basic ability to translate their newfound knowledge into anything other than an incoherent, rambling, affected and cringy mess that wagers on the idea that viewers, in their longing for knowledge, will  sacrifice basic good sense and the demands that they place on film as a narrative medium. The experienced and expressed wisdom ultimately sounds like a parody of a bad Instagram account of life coaches. Life is like a whale because it surprises you and then disappears? Bullshit. Life is like a whale because it lazily rolls over and ends up stranded out of water. Life is also like a whale because it sings songs that disappear into the abyss. Book me as a speaker at a self-help seminar and I will do it cheaper than the guru. While watching Dan Svátek’s random catharsis generator, I came to the following realisation: It’s better to remain blind forever than have your brain gouged out of your skull to the sound of a drum. And if the film’s message is that sobriety is hell: mission accomplished. (2023.08.03)