Too inert to hit home for me (though I suppose that was the point). Bucur, broodingly charismatic, and Ivanov, who, as he did in "4 Months...", steals his scene with his vaguely threatening, unflinching intensity, are great. But the whole felt like less than the sum of its parts, and lacked the sharpness and ingenuity of Poromboiu's masterful debut, "12:08 East of Bucharest."
Chilling how persuasive the boss was yet still he is missing something his employee gets. There isn't much action but I enjoyed the movie, even, the waiting parts, because they were so real. The lady with the frisky dog, the secretary typing etc so real it made it fascinating. A movie about symbols, semantics, dialectics, individual morality vs the law and the price of choosing one over the other should they collide.
I'm drastically shocked by this movie. Extreme minimalism, thoroughly fixed long-take, miraculous mixture of sheer reality and critical fable. Seeing this, I'm convinced that Corneliu Porumboiu is one of the best director and Romanian New Wave is the most exciting forefront genre of film.
Loved the pace, the character rendition of Cristi., and his moral dilemma, the backdrop of his own life. I appreciated that the film pulled it through without using music or sound score. This film is not for viewers hooked on Hollywood as reference to good cinema. It is more in the tradition of Hungarian or Russian cinema.
Mmm sobrevalorado. Porumboui pasa de la perorata al discurso sobreentendido. Una historia que se inclina a la crítica histórica como ridiculizándolo. Lo que molesta son tal vez esas señas evidentes como canciones (que son a las leyes que son tan relativas) o normas linguisticas que juegan a la metáfora obvia. El cierre (lo más molesto) con ese diccionario es casi como la pastilla de moral en un drama político-social.
introduced it yesterday as part of a short series of romanian new wave films. found it much more funnier than I used to, but also much more constructed. blocks of realism trapped in a dialectic cage. which didn't worsen my appreciation for the film at all.
I am beginning to explore this Romanian New Wave movement and I really liked this movie. A police film (n.) that defies the conventions of a detective-cop movie in ways similar to Breathless. Police films usually lead us to action, but 50% of Police, Adj. is Cristi waiting around. His job is following pot-smoking teenagers and dealing with Romanian red-tape and we are forced to sit there with him and wait. I dig it.
Though not quite up to the level set by "12:08 East of Bucharest" this is a clever examination of procedure, routine, morality and in the end lanquage. The pacing is quite deliberate and numbing after awhile but also quite mesmerizing. Performances are adequate save Vlad Ivanov who appears as the police captain in the final reel proving his performance in '4 Months..." was no one-off. A simple premise but clever.
A film about semiotics and futility. Not the best of the "Romanian New Wave" that I've seen, but definitely a good film. Like many of the films of the movement it is deliberately paced and darkly funny. It is less subtle than I've come to expect from the "New Wave" but no less effective.
A film not without flare & wit. But for all of that, this film was painful to watch. Reminds me of an afternoon spent viewing my uncles 1960's hoilday slide show, which lasted three hours. It's a shame I didn't enjoy this film because its rare to see Romanian films in the cinemas.
Maddeningly slow-paced. Any elements of a compelling story are drowned out by vast stretches of mind-numbing minutia. A common scene in this film would be an endless extended take of a character walking down a dreary street. Then maybe he goes home and eats dinner. That's 40 minutes right there. I've heard arguments for how brilliant this film is, but it must have all been lost on me, because I was bored to tears.