Altmanesque capricious kaleidscope of ordinary people with ostensibly funny but innermostly sinister atmosphere & creeping menace/sence of decay (maybe called final & awful phase of Communism). Esp habitual rowing is at first fulfilled with young energy & glittering waterdrops but gradually looks like dance marathon of "They Shoot Horses, Don't They?." From the beginning, what the f**king hell is this cruising?
Ever since I saw this in the early '80s, I've been wondering how it got past the censors. For it is one of the most acerbic satires ever made in (and about) a 'communist' country. Daneliuc had already proved himself a master of the subversively ridiculous with his 'Proba de microfon', but that, while still one of the finest Romanian films, almost pales in comparison.