One of those instances where I simply throw up my defeated hands and admit that the cultural divide is too wide. Were I early eighties Romanian the film might have more meaning: but I see only another rambling carnival-esque Eastern European flick with antics increasingly wearing thin. Has moments? Da. The man breaking up his two drunken mistresses' fight and banging their heads together like coconuts is a keeper.
One should perhaps watch a few hours of '70s Romanian state television footage before anyone non-Romanian attempts taking this in. Only then it will transpire how daring Pintilie was in his update to Caragiale, a 19th century satirist, already concerned with the Balcanic ball of absurdities, where everyone wears a patriotic dress. One of his three best films.