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Jiří MenzelKamera:
Jaromír ŠofrBesetzung:
Jan Hartl, Libuše Šafránková, Martin Huba, Ivana Chýlková, Jiřina Jirásková, Lucie Juránková, Anna Klamo, Jan Mikušek, Emílie Řezáčová, Jan Jiráň (mehr)Inhalte(1)
A small town opera company decides to put on Mozart's Don Giovanni. Here comes a story about the world of opera unmasked and stripped of its glamour, a story about love and disillusion, music and passion and most of all, about the people caught in between. (Verleiher-Text)
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The Don Juans ist keine unzüchtige Komödie, wie im Vorspann steht. Es ist ein lasziver, schlüpfriger und zotiger Film… Aber nicht in so einem Maße, damit es interessant ist. Die alten Zeiten sind vorbei, Herr Menzel. Dieser Film wird vielleicht wollüstigen alten Herren gefallen, die sich über jede nackte Brust und jede aufreizende Andeutung freuen werden. Ich habe keine Ahnung, wem er sonst noch gefallen könnte. Dabei ist Jan Hartl überhaupt nicht schlecht (er kann ja eigentlich nicht schlecht sein). Auch das Opernthema war für eine sinnvolle und witzige Geschichte attraktiv genug. Es tut mir fast schadenfroh leid, dass der Film nicht beim Academy Award angemeldet war – ich würde gerne sehen, wie Jiří Menzel zur Abwechslung über die neidischen US-amerikanischen Kritiker*innen schimpft.
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Was sollte das bitteschön sein? Der Versuch, die Filme Bad Joke und Katzenmama und der Drache in der Oper anzusiedeln? Würde der Streifen auf Film- und Opernfans abzielen, dann müsste er beide Gruppen verärgern, ganz zu schweigen von der dritten, zu der ich ganz bescheiden auch mich selbst zähle, die beides mag. Handlung null, die schauspielerischen Leistungen gehen noch, ab und zu eine hübsche Einstellung. Ich weiß nicht einmal, warum ich nicht gleich Trash gebe, wahrscheinlich, weil ich Hartl und Huba mag. Apropos, diesen schrecklichen Film haben wir zu den Oscars geschickt? Wenn das zufällig jemand von der Jury gesehen hat, dann ist die Tschechische Republik bei ihm für die nächsten zwanzig Jahre abgeschrieben.
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Jiří Menzel is clearly an old lecher (fantasising about how young ladies willingly let themselves be groped by worn-out Don Juans) who likes zoom shots and women with large breasts, but not modern styles. That’s all well and good, but did he have to make a tasteless, humourless and unfocused feature-length film about it? Contact with the present is limited to the resigned statement “that’s just how it goes here” after the protagonist’s car is stolen right before his eyes. In short, everything is bad (because of the communists and privatisation), the world is going to hell and there is nothing we can do about it. So, let’s fuck! The sole characteristic of the female characters under the age of 40 is lasciviousness – with no inhibition or hesitation, each of them sleeps with the old, uncharismatic and unpromising theatre director. The only more distinctive, older female character is mentally ill (e.g. for no apparent reason, she steals and wrecks a car used in a bank robbery as it is happening), which, according to the film, is fine and that’s perhaps how post-menopausal women ordinarily behave. In terms of its narrative, the film is inconsistent in how it randomly changes perspective and the extent of knowledge and self-awareness (the non-conceptual use of statements directly to the camera are a gratuitous attempt to give the film a touch of modernity). The film’s dramaturgical impotence is manifested in the fact that no matter how long it takes for something to happen, ultimately nothing happens with respect to the narrative. Most (!) of the scenes could have been cut out of the film without affecting the main storyline, since those scene neither cause nor condition anything, nor do they contribute to the development of the story. The film’s humour consists in, for example, someone bashing their head against a beam or throwing out their back. Conversely, if the film is supposed to get serious, someone necessarily has to die – no other reason for being serious is even considered. I can leniently look at this lewd defence of voyeurism only as a substitute for sexual activity at a later age, when it’s no longer really possible. It is obvious that The Don Juans was made for no other reason than the need to just make SOMETHING. 10%
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The poster for the film is very confusing and it's clear to me that most people expected something a little different from Menzel. But on the other hand, I'm very glad that this is not another allegory for the lost loves of the summer of 1968, but the main theme is the opera scene in a small town. I must be getting old, but I didn't find anything downright objectionable about this. Hartl, Huba and Šafránková live their characters quite naturally, Menzel enjoys staging a small-town "Don Giovanni" in a newly discovered Baroque theater, and every now and then an inspirational breast is smuggled into the frame. Apparently, I'm on a drug called "Opera is fun."
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Menzel filmed something that should be a tribute to opera. In reality, though, it's a showcase of actors who are only acting because Menzel is the director. This film isn't a tragedy, but it's not far from it.
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