Angel Exit

Dear God, well that sure was something! A bleak postmodern trip movie, which fortunately is not as "cool" as Ondříček's concoctions, but nevertheless reduces all the obscurity of the subject to the onslaught of the words “shit, dick and cunt" that fly from the mouth in a civilian spasm the writhing actors and actresses. Michálek is spewing events and trying to make a FILM out of them. There postmodern effort in everything, the form is broken into disjointed pulp, the digital camera flutters uncertainly, the color filters change... There is truly no plot to be found. After all, this is a scathing postmodern statement. Beautiful, but it all masks the great emptiness and nothingness behind the words and the deeds. It's hard to say where this colorful spray is going, because it doesn't have the emotional potential of Trainspotting, and it doesn't try to achieve the obscurity of Cronenberg's Naked Lunch. The only value I see in Angel Exit is that it captures the vanishing world around the Angel intersection. Otherwise, I saw only a strange drugged-up and annoyingly tormented mishmash speaking to me in flowing Tatar language. (16/09/2004)

Difficult to follow, full of shouting, at times impressive and decently acted, but at other times ridiculous and too long towards the end. This feels like an attempt at Trainspotting CZ. I didn't even mind the "amateurish" camera used in the film, but the sound was much stranger - the characters were often unintelligible and the actors were humming quietly. (30/09/2013)