I’m not going to blow smoke up your ass.
This one starts out slowly.
Too long at the first location.
The river bathhouse.
The dread of boredom begins to creep in.
No girl. No gun.
Until Jana Preissová makes her first appearance.
It was unbearable.
A rainy summer.
Every day the same as the last.
In a small town.
A closed circle.
But like Fellini, the circus comes to town.
Thank God for the circus.
Cotton candy. شعر البنات
Is it girl’s hair? Pink. A one-piece pajama.
Or a pig.
It is like the sweet words of the beautiful Haneen Elhaj in Bethlehem.
Running on the electricity of a car battery.
Spinning sugary magic.
Sandy stone (when the mirror of translate is turned upon itself).
We want to know literally what
Heidegger Derrida was talking about.
And so it only took director Jiří Menzel two years to lose his voice.
It was perfection in ’66.
Ostře sledované vlaky.
That is the cynical view.
But we must realize that Menzel was literally walking a tightrope.
It’s not funny.
It’s not engaging.
By the end you see that Fellini is the right reference.
Capricious Summer (our film) bridges the gap between the antics of La Strada and the lovable freak show of local color that would be Amarcord (1973).
But this was 1968.
A very serious year.
The Czech and Slovak (respectively) socialist republics came into being the following year.
We know the legend.
All hell broke luce.
Even Cannes was cancelled.
But what is a film festival compared to an invasion?
Before our Capricious Summer was the Prague Spring of 1968.
Lasting well into the summer.
And blooming well before winter had ended.
January 5 – August 21.
Then the invasion. The Warsaw Pact countries.
Romania (and Albania), to their credit, refused to participate.
108 Czechoslovak civilians killed.
Liberalization. Decentralization. Democratization.
Like the beautiful Anna. Fleeting.
Because the circus always has to pack up and leave town.
Released May 24. During the Prague Spring.
Pražské jaro (or jar).
The only difference between my bank balance and Bill Gates’.
More zeros at the end.
Later these “Springs” would become manufactured (if they weren’t already).
We all know about color revolutions…but the Czechs would have a textured revolution in 1989.
From velvet…we could have had the corduroy revolution (ribbed, for her pleasure), silk revolution, cotton (the revolution of our lives)…etc.
The “nonviolent” Prague Spring resulted in the deaths of 96 Soviet soldiers.
84 of them by “accident” (friendly fire?)
and the accidental/”suicide” deaths of 10 Poles.
Apparently none of the Poles died conventionally.
At least the two Bulgar soldiers killed perished from intent.
The four Hungarians all slipped on banana peels in front of Škodas.
This is the tone.
Plucking the feathers from chickens.
The chubby wife returns.
Drench the nubile.
Menzel, then, was many months ahead.
Knowing that summer would really begin when autumn usually fell.
Another 20 years before the circus returned.