This is one of the strangest films I’ve ever seen.
Rarely have I seen such uneasiness conveyed through cinema.
The really terrifying part is.
How mundane all of the symbols are.
Is/are.
Insane.
For a moment.
Like the Czech version of Deliverance.
We see “party” in English (in the context of Czechoslovakia), and we think.
Communist Party.
But the slavnosti in question translates to “feast”.
Google tells us.
And Google is never wrong.
Right?
Which is to say.
Hell is a party.
A party from which you wish to flee.
Beggar’s banquet.
There is no leaving communist Romania.
And Czechoslovakia?
I can’t tell you, dear friend.
But we know of the boy who swam the Danube.
Symbolic.
To nonaligned Yugoslavia.
And from there to Italy and Toblerone.
That’s Cum mi-am petrecut sfârşitul lumii.
But what we have here is A Report on the Party and the Guests.
Report.
Also sounds very bureaucratic. Quintessentially communist.
Let’s take the popular notion that Kafka sums up bureaucracy.
In which work?
The Trial? With Josef K.?
Yes. This is most applicable to O slavnosti a hostech.
We must learn to speak every language.
Like Pope John Paul II (slight exaggeration).
Because Kafka wrote in German.
Der Process.
It’s a process of ablaut-ish metamorphosis.
Prozess –> Proceß –> Prozeß
swimswamswum
Kafka died in 1924. Age 40. My age in six months.
1948/1949 Czechoslovakia becomes part of Soviet bloc.
Comecon.
Not to be confused with Comic-Con.
And never any Poto and Cabengo in San Diego.
Though they be in their own backyard.
Grace and Virginia were superheroes without costumes.
And they had their own language, by golly.
Brings tears to my eyes.
To see them playing potato.
“What are they saying?”
This is the absurdity of blogging about the absurdity of a film inspired by the absurdity of Kafka.
But likely unconscious.
This genius (director Jan Němec) died only a few months ago.
But he gave the world a belly laugh.
And an unnerving masterpiece.
It is not as obviously magnificent as Closely Watched Trains.
But it is supremely subversive.
In a totalitarian state (like Amerika)…which is completely ruled by commodity relations.
This is our last recourse.
England swings.
Like a pendulum.
From the gallows.
Frexit (France leaves NATO…again).
Hexit (Hungary curses continental Europe from Buddhapesht to Bookarrest)
Crexit (Croatia invents new correction fluid for computer screens)
Spexit (Spain certifies that said correction fluid meets ISO standards)
Esexit (Estonia doubles GDP overnight with racy dating service app)
Slexit (a dual rush for the doors by Slovakia and Slovenia)
Rexit (Holy Roman Emperor reestablished in Romania, confined to Bookarrest)
Fexit (Finland engages in creative destruction)
Pexit (Poland and Portugal [in that order] gobble seed with bobbing avian head motion)
Irexit (being both hungry and anorexic [morbidly hangry], Ireland joins the Brits in bolting)
Everyone else stays.
Until the Czexit. [ooh la la]
Serbia accedes and secedes in same day simply to give the world the thrill of Sexit.
[I know I know]
This is the rearrangement of guests.
So many not at the world table.
In such times.
Only art can explain.
-PD
paulydeathwish 
This “exit” issue is talked too much in Turkey, dear Paul. Especially with the management of Tayyip Erdogan and his political party AKP, people think and create different ways for getting rid of. And you predict humor is using too much in Anatolia. And I had seen a different solution at one of Turkish web page about salvation. Maybe you remember I had said before after election, Turkey has seperated into 3 part as politic part. Orange ones at Turkey map, AKP gets most vote, purple is HDP Kurdish nationalists most votes, and red is CHP Ataturkist gets most votes. And people think how can we get rid of AKP, and this comes to the light:)
And below this picture I had seen a comment which made me laugh a lot, it was said that: “Hereafter Norwegians and Icelanders think how can they can get rid of AKP” 🙂
And when is your birthday after six months later:)
My birthday is December, 14 🙂
Thanks to 14 December for giving us a good friend! It is a good day to born my dear Earthling friend! Russians say for December “December is the winter’s hat.” For Turkish people there is not to say too much for December. You know Anatolia is living more summer than winter. And the proverbs are conformed with this situation. But there is a day into December, Turks celebrate this day as “World Raki day”. This day is celebrated in every saturday of the second week of December. Sometimes this day equals with the saturday which bonds 13. day to 14. day of December. Maybe this knowledge would make you smile 🙂 And cheers!