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.
For a moment.
Like the Czech version of Deliverance.
We see “party” in English (in the context of Czechoslovakia), and we think.
But the slavnosti in question translates to “feast”.
Google tells us.
And Google is never wrong.
Which is to say.
Hell is a party.
A party from which you wish to flee.
There is no leaving communist Romania.
I can’t tell you, dear friend.
But we know of the boy who swam the Danube.
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.
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.
It’s a process of ablaut-ish metamorphosis.
Prozess –> Proceß –> Prozeß
Kafka died in 1924. Age 40. My age in six months.
1948/1949 Czechoslovakia becomes part of Soviet bloc.
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.
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.