1 na 1

This thing is so wretched and idiotic - it's actually fun to watch. I'll give the filmmakers that much: not for a minute did I have the urge to get up and leave the teen-packed Kozara theater in downtown Belgrade. Even when the levels of screen emitted crap were becoming unbearable, I sat there mesmerised - waiting for this train wreck's next disastrous scene.

There is certain amount of appeal in "1 na 1"'s raw energy and crystal cinematography that made New Belgrade's blokovi look fairly dramatic but on the whole the movie reeks big time. Spiritless acting, the fact there isn't a single line of dialogue that sounds authentic and the entire 'let's raid a bunch of American ghetto flicks we saw and adopt them with a local setting' approach all equally contribute to making this a mess that it is.

Only performer in the film with any sort of acting mileage is Cvijanovic and boy does it ever show. He succeeds in making his wise-beyond-the-bottle character half decent, while the rest of the cast is stunningly bad. Bane 'Sunshine' (better known for his day job - Serbian rap group's lead vocal) overacts terribly in a pitiful attempt at transferring some of his rehearsed street persona to the big screen. This Cica guy, apparently an actual b-ball player in Serbian league's lower divisions, is so wooden they could've squeezed more personality out of my sofa. His big soul opening speech to Sonja Kolacaric's character towards the end of the film sounds like something a 4th grade elementary school student would deliver at the school recital.

Somebody definitely lied to Srdja Andjelic about his writing abilities. He's responsible for another debacle of Yugoslav cinema "Do koske". And he scripted yet another movie I didn't care for - "Munje".