Here before the viewer appears quite unusual for Vaida lyrical measured sketch. The summer of the thirty-ninth year, the Polish hinterland, where German colonists and Jews, Poles and Ukrainians peacefully coexist against the background of almost idyllic nature. The main character is a high school graduate, another alter-ego of the director, winding circles along rural paths, tormented by love experiences, nonsense of final exams and age anxiety.
On the screen is another version of the Weidov lost Poland with prancing Ulans, churches and mysterious pannocks in white dresses. Echoes of the close war sometimes penetrate into the frame, but the heroes dismiss them as from annoying flies. They are more concerned about a thwarted date or the girl's father, treating the hapless cavaliers with accurate shots from a salt-loaded gun.
It is difficult to evaluate this film in the usual Weidov categories - there is neither expression nor pathos, except that a small fraction of symbolism, and the periodic appearance of an aged double of the main character, somehow miraculously transferred to his youth from the eighties. However, his presence is not felt much in the film. He is only able to follow his young copy with a sad, wise look. To correct the mistakes and sins of youth there is neither strength nor desire.
8 out of 10