It had all the good premises: a great director, an all-star cast, and it was based on the works of a great author. Still...
After the first shocks triggered by its naturalism and the real delight of many memorable satirical scenes (the heated political discourse in the public bath, the chase in the barbershop, the 'patriotic' Marseillaise singing, the eulogy for Mitica, and so on), the viewer becomes a bit uncomfortable.
There is something over the top and inauthentic with all that boorish vulgarity and gratuitous violence, and most of all with the directorial post-modern 'reflections' (though his final verdict 'Let them die stupid' is not that exaggerated, as Caragiale himself has said he hated his characters). It's like seeing the world only through dark lenses.
After the first shocks triggered by its naturalism and the real delight of many memorable satirical scenes (the heated political discourse in the public bath, the chase in the barbershop, the 'patriotic' Marseillaise singing, the eulogy for Mitica, and so on), the viewer becomes a bit uncomfortable.
There is something over the top and inauthentic with all that boorish vulgarity and gratuitous violence, and most of all with the directorial post-modern 'reflections' (though his final verdict 'Let them die stupid' is not that exaggerated, as Caragiale himself has said he hated his characters). It's like seeing the world only through dark lenses.