A feast during the plague or a carnival in the dark. A black comedy that hides a hopeless drama. The choice of genre is very successful. The drama itself would be too depressing and too documentary. Only through comedy can one want to see the magical land shown. Black comedy, by definition, is not for sensitive natures. The humor came out rude, angry and very high quality. The only overkill, in my opinion, in the scene with the failure of tantric sex.
It is funny that, anticipating the reaction of part of the audience, the director inserted in the film a self-irony dialogue between himself and the viewer, as if reading the script.
- What do you really care about shit?
- That's not it.
- What about?
- About human nature.
In the end, the indignant viewer declares a moral victory: “What are these values no longer values?” – and declares the victory of censorship. Only to the outraged viewer, the director, in turn, is ruthless. A character who talks about right and wrong is not suitable for the role of moral authority. He pronounces his tirade, sticking out of a window with a cigarette butt in his hand next to glued chewing gum. What is he doing at this moment?
