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In the official review of this production, I sarcastically labeled it as "A behaved Daneliuc" (there, there, I said BEHAVED, not "beheaded", you naughty wishful-thinkers! :P ) - only to point out that this became the criteria to judge the post-1989 works of this derailed movie-maker who 20-30 years ago was promising such a brilliant career - only to sabotage it himself, by his amateurish professional knowledge, stubborn refuse to learn his job, megalomaniac self-worshiping and insane tendency to non-aesthetic ugliness, scabrousness and meaninglessness. If the level of physical dejections, hysteria, vulgarity, childish would-be "metaphors", inane "major ideas" (hah!) and cinematographic dilettantism, keeps to a relatively bearable level (for instance, we don't feel the need to run away from the theater, and we don't puke on the floor, but only feel extremely disgusted, bored and confused with ourselves and with world in general) - well, the show can be termed as "behaved"...
This is what happens here. As usual, the trouble starts with the absurdly moronic habit of Daneliuc to make a collage out of some random true-life facts, imagining this can automatically lead to an acceptable script. Well, it doesn't - it can only produce a chaotic nonsense. In "The Nervous System" (note that the title has nothing to do with the story, it's just haphazardly coined up), the main plot is inspired by the private diary of an old woman from Pitesti, Elena Bors, who had fallen in love with the news TV speaker Paul Soloc, and was laying on paper her romantic fantasies with the poor young anchorman. Although the story itself bore certain chances to an interesting developing, Daneliuc foolishly combines it with an incoherent series of scenes associated with urine therapy, loosely inspired by the M.I.S.A. sect led by the degenerate "guru" Gregorian Bivolaru. All this trashy nonsense ends up in the most ridiculous improvisation: a social protest of the retired in Brasov. Why? Nobody knows - not even Daneliuc.
One single quality: the expressive performance of the great actress Rodica Tapalagä. Further... absolute void, one could say, but it's erroneous. Absolute crap is the adequate description.
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