Director:
Zdeněk TycReseñas (3)
Ingenious juggling on the edge of the trapeze. One of the best depictions of human debility and misery. An ode to football and other redneck aspects. Absolutely adequate performance of Čtvrtníček, which with its persuasiveness surpasses even Horník.
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The Czech language is beautiful and rich. The separate “nasty, really nasty" chats from Monday to Friday is flawless, unfortunately as a whole it doesn’t work very well due to the forced attempt at dramatizing it to fit together. It all rests on Čtvrtníček’s verbal performance. In this respect nobody can have any objections. More than one new addition to the Czech dictionary of commonly used phrases resulting from this speaks volumes. So pull it out for me, then... - Petr called. - That jerk, and what did he want? - Nothing, mate. - And what did you say to him? Nothing. - Well said, Milan, mate.
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Football doesn't say much to me (and when it does, it's something like "Take care of yourself!" or "Pretend I don't exist, it'll be better for both of us..."), so I was curious to see what the legendary Ivánek would say after ten years. Oddly enough, I was entertained. I don't like vulgarisms that someone uses just to shock, relies only on them (see Matonoh's horrible open letter and so on) and has nothing new up his sleeve. Fortunately, this is not the case with Petr Čtvrtníček and Jiří Lábus, who have built a great satire on them, mocking the powerful and showing them in the right light, which makes them look like first-class jerks. Both of them also manage to present the extremely vulgar lyrics in a magical way, so even though you may not know what it is all about (of course, it only takes half a minute of googling to understand the basics), you will be entertained. The only thing that bothered me was the final performance of Josef Polášek, which already smelled / reeked of unnecessary vulgarity, and also the literally bland ending.
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