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In order to regain custody of her daughter, whom she left in the care of her fortune-telling aunt, Mona must tell a social worker her story. The tale she spins---and the movie we watch---is a wild, surreal adventure in which people are able to project and enter each other's dreams, and our heroine is sold into slavery and lands in a swank, debauched Liverpool brothel where the patrons enact their literary/sexual fantasies with Lolita, St. Joan, and Desdemona. Rendered with dazzling tracking shots, striking CGI effects and a pulsing soundtrack, Hungarian director Szabolcs Hajdu's risk-taking fantasia has style to spare. But under the seductive surface lurks the very human story of a woman who uses fantasy to cushion the pain of life. Written by
Los Angeles Film Festival
Let me start by saying: THIS MOVIE, IT'S TERRIBLE. IT' TERRIBLY HORRIBLE. PLEASE PEOPLE DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT SEE IT! I couldn't get past the 60 minute mark and trust me I've seen some bad movies and endured them till the end. But this one was so bad I couldn't even bother. Not a bit of entertainment in this one.
The director's big stinky ego is smeared all over this, and he thinks he is the next Kusturica, Fellini and Gilliam to name just a few this hack is attempting to channel. But even Kusturica's Life is a Miracle, although atrocious in its own merit, has nothing on this pretentious train wreck.
The camera man is shooting a Fanta commercial here, so it seems, while the producers, for some reason they thought it'd be cool and fitting to include a soundtrack made entirely of abstract/modern/jazz/nonsense music. When the Romanian band started emitting this sound in the beginning of the movie I knew it would stink.
The characters are underdeveloped and the main protagonist barely opens her mouth throughout the film.
European magic realism my bum. This is full of stereotypes, clichéd cinematography, wooden dialogue and paper-thin story. 40 minutes could have been cut easily and nothing would have been lost.
Now please excuse me while I go re-watch Lilja 4ever.
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