Artsy, minimalist, post-nuclear annihilation blather from The Czech Republic, vague enough to work as an ADD YOUR OWN ALLEGORY HERE vessel. It’s like a Mr. PotatoHead for Ethics Majors; plug in whatever features you need to make your case. No doubt, author Pavel Jurácek & megger Jan Schmidt were aiming for surreptitious commentary on their country’s Soviet dominated regime. (The boiling point of 1968 was well within sight.) But all we get is a rather unpleasant gang of feral young woman, led by an older, not much wiser gal who lived in pre-apocalypse times. (Meaning - A: Pre-USSR domination?; B: Pre-WWII?; C: Pre-nuclear era?; or D: All of the above?) They’re searching the countryside for victuals, supplies, ammo & possible others . . . male others. Even in 1966, this set-up had been worked to death; and it certainly shows no signs of stopping. We watch them kill a few animals along the way (very PETA-unfriendly). Then, after sloshing about in some fresh cow offal, they finally meet a living male specimen. Alas, Grandpa looks too old for procreational use. Worse, he owns an old wind-up gramophone with only one record: a 78 rpm disc of ‘The Beer Barrel Polka.’ Now, that’s a tragedy!
SCREWY THOUGHT OF THE DAY: Another smeary transfer of a post WWII Eastern Europe pic from FACETS DVD.