The European Slap Union? The whole movie is a man caught up in the search for a hammer from his own carpentry collection suddenly missing. Where'd you go? Who stole it? For what purpose is it withdrawn? He lays himself down, harasses himself, drills us, spectators, with insatiable thoughts. It's a disaster. That expensive? God knows what. Not an antique thing. So what? I found a problem on my head. All thoughts are about him. From morning till night. Well, I'll tell you the story... Bullshit? Delusion? What is this? And yet... naked people – from frame to frame from beginning to end. Nudists are grazing? A liberator? Oi-lee... After all, aesthetic pleasure from female-male bodies, well, not a penny - pussy, bloated, shapeless ... It's weird, somehow... It's weird. What was that? What? How do you take that? How do you feel about what you see?
The most correct, the most true that comes as you move, draw into the plot - From empty to empty? Or maybe even an elephant from a fly? Yeah, yeah. I guess that's right. Exactly. This is how this kitschy “phantasmogoria” should be viewed as “bourgeoisized” Europe. And we have her. They. All. And the Germans, and the Dutch, and the Belgians and further, on the list. The golden billion? Or how many are there? Satire, amusement, mockery of the author. The shape is chosen, amazing. Imagery is the sister of talent. Take a look. Take a look.
The director splashed on the viewer a cocktail of ironic humor, ridicule, slaps, slaps, slaps... giving the opportunity to slightly strain the gray subcortical substance. And laugh, laugh, laugh. Fancy? Yeah. A little clever? Not without it. But, nice. Very nice. And most importantly, fresh. A rare pearl is a gift to an inquiring mind.
What does this resemble from the “painting” of the canvas? Possibly the fun "etudes" of Jos Stelling. Or "opuses" in the spirit of Alex van Warmerdam. The Dutch are here, the Dutch are there. But... However. Continuity. The same "school" in handwriting.
Allegory, arranging all these scenery for an hour and a half, if you will. If you like. Forest Camping to our attention. Couples on vacation. Men, women. Husbands and wives. People. That's it, absolutely topless. Almost everyone (who has matured to this happy commune). What, however, is the message of the creator, huh? All and all in the public domain? A general review? Without boundaries, without false shame. Right? Oh, yeah. But the figures are clearly not matched by Apollos, Hercules, Schwarzeneggers ... Coniferous thicket with hundred-year-old giants into the sky. Quiet, grace, rest. Kra-so-ta! Someone has a trailer in the relaxation of freedom (with a refrigerator, with a bed, TV, etc. on the list), someone has a tent in unpretentiousness will be here and now. And among the well-fed, well-fed, fattened, held - well, straight "fool-fool" Patrick. The whole film "turns around" the main character in search of the missing hammer from the collection (and he had them - as many as seven units of different sizes). So what? And? So...? Okay. Almost there. People's masses are for dancing. “Sing along”, warn, tell the good man what and how.. And him? What is he? Walking, searching, heart breaking. So is this really an idiot in front of us? Yeah. One of the “Golden Million” in all its glory, in all its height. That's what they care about, he's there. That's what pulsates when you hit the head with blood. The twenty-first century in prosperity.
Oh, Patrick, you're Patrick! All the action, as I have already noted above, is continuous – from empty to empty and from a fly – an elephant. This is how the author lynches the European citizen. They're empty. As is, empty. And some amoeba, vulgar in nonsense vanity, impersonal. Patrick, flesh of flesh is them. Exactly the same. In the intermediate stage of the movement through this meaningless, scanty life. Europe!
Fun with a close look at every plot, dialogue, scene we are provided.
Is it funny? That! Exquisite.
7 out of 10