Every bit as much a masterpiece as the immortal DAISIES, FRUIT OF PARADISE, made in the aftermath of the Soviet invasion (and consequent clampdown) of '68, is even more fundamentally a dissident work. Chytilová is the right kind of anarchist: she is on the side of untrammeled drives and irrepressible flows (pure Creation). Chytilová frames feminine desire around the allegory of Original Sin. Fruit > knowledge.
Strange world we all live in sometimes, although only Chytilova could create such beauty & wonder in this film. Like her pervious DAISIES, she uses all kinds of unique techinques in the filmmaking process (note the opening sequence!) and tells a different kind of story of people living in this world different from the one with Adam & Eve. Whimsical, sensual, and bit dark - it was made the same year Jires did VAHOW.
3,5 - Ce charme des films des années 60/70 ! Une poésie surréaliste très marquée par l'esprit de l'Est (surréalisme d'un Švankmajer, érotisme d'un Borowczyk, Makavejev). Une esthétique maintenant surannée, une mise en scène qui ne s'interdit rien, des moments de grâce (j'adore la séquence des tiroirs). Même si l'ensemble peut paraître inégal, l'espoir de voir passer un panda retient notre attention jusqu'à la fin.
Flower power, psychedelism, peace & love all that was new and fine in the late sixties. This film may have been fine then, for Polish & Czechoslovak viewers. We had Courrèges, Jean-Christophe Averty, Mary Quant, Vidal Sassoon, Carnaby Street, the Beatles or Brian Jones's hair cut & all that was a tremendous fashion and energy. 45 years later it has kept a fresh spirit, but it looks also outdated and frankly boring.
If you want to feel the skin of the forest leaves behind your eyeballs... deranged, cunning, giddy and intoxicating! A masterful surrealist allegory that makes you feel cinema is the most beautiful and powerful medium on earth. Even though the second half is marginally less relentlessly wonderful than the first, there is no way I could countenance giving this less than five stars. Honestly, a film to make love to.