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Una declaración personal, profundamente retrospectiva y, sobre todo, honesta del hijo sobre su familia y su esqueleto en el armario. La adaptación es buena, a veces usa ideas interesantes (música y montaje), es divertida, pero un poco larga teniendo en cuenta que no ofrece respuestas a las preguntas más importantes (diálogo insuficiente con el padre que dejó a la familia, que puede ser culpa no tanto del director como de la incapacidad del padre y su renuencia a comunicar y reflexionar críticamente sobre sí mismo). (28.10.2012)

A monstrosity of excruciatingly drab persons still plagued with the classic sleepy film school cafe utterances in the vein of "I don't know... hard to say... I think I've finally found myself... it's hard to explain". I would have appreciated at least one exploding helicopter, anything but this monstrous ode to mundanity that spends three and three-quarter hours solving the same problem that 70% of the population has ever solved. It was incredibly reminiscent of long train journeys, where a hapless lonely person sits down in a compartment and the whole time he's droning on about how everything used to be better and now it's kind of fucked up... oh yeah now I see it was 77 minutes long. Unbelievable. (25.12.2013)

A boring, uninspired and sad boy makes a documentary about banal, boring and doleful people who are interesting only when they get lice; otherwise they spew out vulgarities, of which I was ashamed. Impotence hidden behind the lyricism of the family album, a show of uselessness, whose intimate dimension / informative value escapes me. I'm probably no better or more interesting than the actors, but it never occurred to me to pick up a camera and push it onto others as a testimony without a testimony... probably because I'm not from an arty enough family to be convinced of my own uniqueness. Sorry, this family etude should not succeed even as a year's work. (17.09.2013)