Tady je Šloufovo...!

I don't know if it was the choice of music, the sprawled apparatchiks and the terrifying blabbering... in fact, probably also because of the journalistic helplessness. This portrait of the post-revolutionary hangover simply made me sick, without wanting to address its investigative qualities, which in turn were not staggering. But the atmosphere was disgusting. Tady je Šloufovo...! is a symbol of something creepily monstrous and disgusting, which the authors managed to capture. (19.02.2009)

Something died in me :) (01.02.2013)