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Mission: Impossible – a nation of bastards in a glass cube: the best villain in the history of the series, the best car chase since the third Bourne, the most dangerous James Bond on heels of all time, hi-tech and retro, slow and furious, brilliant minimalist finale and Tommy Boy in the best form of his life. In the end, I roared with bliss like tur (andot). It’s different than the architecturally decorated part four, but still bad-ass. This is why you go and stare at an unreasonably large screen. Spectre is going to have a really hard time.

It does have a strong theme and the potential for special dynamics between father / son, but unfortunately it is immediately brought down by diligent but unmanaged directing. Each shot is subjectively longer by half, while the film feels confused and figurative. If the characters sometimes did not balance what happened, some of the moments would fade out into nothingness. The quest to create an unbiased picture of immigration is grounded by a slightly bizarre conclusion. It all feels like faintly composed memories and moments that desperately lack integrity and inner strength. The introductory quote from Adorno is true, but it is also true that returns to one's own childhood are of value only if the creator finds in them more than just the magic of portraying one's own memories. And Father may be trying to achieve the Dardenian kinetics of a stubborn central character, but most of the time it stiffens helplessly on the spot, moreover without the ability to observe impressively. Most of the time, it only describes. Festival B league.

This was the funniest film of the festival. A bachelor's story used by an inventive intellectual to procedurally analyze three human types, and Romania's contemporary desire to find an easy way out of stagnation is made to feel ironic. A pacifist Robin Hood armed with an annoying detector, a striking point and Laibach. #kviff2015

A consistently black and white caricature of xenophobia and nationalist self-deception, set in Romania in the first half of the 19th century. An ironic smirk at common sense and its tendency to cover up its own moral failures and concessions with a barrage of aphorisms in which the common man is beaten and the bastards are exclusively the others. A consistently lethargic "eastern" that tapped into my affection for a similar type of story, useless characters and their propensity for sentiment over their own destiny. #kviff2015

Indefensibly tense form, disgusting visual, tendency toward extortion, abbreviated psychologization of characters and populist solution of moral dilemmas. The incredibly annoying character of Maradona, who was sodomized by a pastor in his youth, which is reflected in the fact that he runs around the countryside and describes the taste of sperm and the regularity of swallowing cocks. I was moved from heel to foreskin. From my point of view, a huge failure by a popular filmmaker. #kviff2015

A remarkable re-interpretation of several archetypal naval stories (especially Coleridge's Rime of the Ancient Mariner), in which, as in Sivas and Mustang, we can see a critical reflection on the traditional patriarchal model from the young generation of Turkish filmmakers. Good casting, decently led actors (mainly the great toxo-scum Cenk and the prehistoric Kurd object), and the ability to graduate tension. Unfortunately, everything is disrupted by the unnecessary symbolic literality of the last act. The point is nevertheless nice. #kviff2015

Despite a certain disintegration and the fact that the film is much stronger than an authentic docudrama about various forms of violence in the traditional Turkish countryside than an intimate story, Sivas is quite an impressive promise of the young generation who no longer perceive rural tradition with the lyrical humility of older filmmakers, but they rather try to capture their partial nonsense and hard physical manifestations. In many ways, a film that is too abbreviated, but which has the gift of conveying the cruel essence of traditional culture, where each creature is born to fulfill a predetermined mission. Definitely more suggestive than the blackmailing "artistic" Mustang.

I don't quite understand the genre of this film (a woman running around a hospital after a C-section is without a doubt sci-fi), but for me it's closest to exploitation, where the main roles are a starving child and an overfed director who has a Hitchcock upturn - the taxidermic symbolism, wtf? I have to say that as a housing war for a baby filmed by a nasty fisheye, it's extremely entertaining, a B-movie, and solidly acted. But most of all, one must not take it seriously. #kviff2015

The Balkan model of metaphorical projection of the region's history into an intimate story and the plan of a love triptych elevated to a completely new (current) level. Kusturica et al. are enclosed in increasingly lifeless burlesques, Matanić finds a whole new life in traumatic history and captivating directing energy, which is one of the highlights of this year's festival. #kviff2015

The cycle of nature and the cycle of life crammed into the minimalist language of long shots and rural symbolism. And a social critique of contemporary Guatemala embedded in the last frenetic third, which proves that Bustamante is a masterful debutant, able to combine tasteful emotions and several simple levels of meaning. #kviff2015