Hvězda jede na jih
Réalisation:
Oldřich LipskýPhotographie:
Ferdinand PečenkaActeurs·trices:
Gordana Miletić, Rudolf Hrušínský, Joža Gregorin, Vladimír Menšík, Ljubomir Didic, Barbara Połomska, Ludmila Píchová, Rudolf Deyl ml. (plus)Résumés(1)
The Prague Grand Orchestra travels by train to a music festival in Yugoslavia. Only the singer Soňa Klánová missed the departure. In the meantime, she managed to buy a ticket to Belgrade at the air-terminal from Mrs Navrátilová, who couldn't make the trip. In the meantime, the orchestra conductor is beside himself with despair. He phoned to Prague from the border, and when he realized that Soňa had left her house in a taxi, he thought that she would catch up with them by the road. The orchestra delayed the train's departure with an improvised concert for the custom officers and the passengers. Of course, Soňa didn't arrive, and, what's more, they all missed their boat in Split and had to take another one. Driver Drago picked Soňa up at the airport by mistake, as he was waiting for Mrs Navrátilová. After the situation was cleared up, he decided to drive the pretty singer all the way to the seaside. The orchestra and the singer miss each other a few more times, only to meet happily at the end and open the festival with a festive procession. (texte officiel du distributeur)
(plus)Critiques (2)
It’s sad as a theoretical third Angel, and slightly better as a self-constructed co-production. The theme of summer and winter Olympic Games fun for the hardened has already been exhausted. In any case, it is an ostentatious indulgence that at least fits into the Czech cinema co-produced column. ;)
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Such a freaking mess in every way, it gives you that sadistic pleasure (I expect a similar type of experience from Podskalsky's Revue Made to Order). A film that was made to promote friendship and tourism between Yugoslavia and Prague, so the whole thing takes place in iconic areas of both destinations, full of hearty and helpful locals. At certain points, it builds that great optimistic atmosphere of internationalism and openness of constructivist films, which masked the oppression and decline of the time (except that there is no antagonist). At the airport, French, Russians, Arabs, and blacks stand side by side, and the tourist buses in Split echo with "It is beautiful, darling" and the common language between the people and the strict customs officers is a cheerful musical number. But I'm very much going against the grain in this reading, because otherwise it's a completely incoherent mess with an inability to articulate who or what the film is actually about. Not to mention that it switches between several subplots and narrative styles in a completely non-existent drama and terrible, terrible songs. PS: Bonus points for the fact that young (sic!) Ginger here looks and acts like Klinger from M.A.S.H., and young Kopecký (sic!) is the absolute John Turturro of his time.
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