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Zdeněk TroškaKamera:
David PloyharMusik:
Miloš KrkoškaBesetzung:
Václav Vydra nejml., Jana Paulová, Tomáš Lipský, Marek Vašut, Josef Laufer, Lubomír Lipský st., Jan Skopeček, Hana Čížková, Jana Andresíková (mehr)Inhalte(1)
The third in a series of clamorous comedies about the everyday tribulations of the inhabitants of the Southern Bohemian town of Kameňákov. A Romany family moves into police chief Pepa’s neighborhood. Leo Khon, the richest man in Kameňákov, owns a soccer team made up of friends and acquaintances. They play miserably, however, managing to lose to the worst of all teams, the Boulders of Little Rock. Khon’s mother-in-law refuses to ignore such a waste of family funds and bets her son-in-law that she, who knows absolutely nothing about soccer, can put together a team which will pulverize his freeloaders. And why not, since Romany boys are virtually born with soccer shoes on? The stakes are high and each team is promised a special reward for winning. (Verleiher-Text)
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Real folk entertainment, the pinnacle of bad taste, or just a reflection of societal wit in the realm of folk humor? When I gave Bad Joke 2 two stars, I had a glimmer of hope for better times. However, Zdeněk Troška presents irrefutable evidence of his directorial impotence. No, he's not a bad director because of what he films, but because of how he films. For an hour and three-quarters, I was incredulously shaking my head at how someone could juxtapose absolutely brilliant jokes with the most dull and unfunny ones. He cut the branch under himself that had the strongest structure of the entire (thankfully, very poor) tree. Of course, there may not be much of a story, but there is definitely a solid central point to the whole narrative. With surprisingly coherent decency, the film presents jokes about gypsies, but immediately afterward (un)intentionally pushes the envelope when it awkwardly confronts the moralizing subtext about the Czech attitude towards this ethnic minority. No, the state of society is not what he managed to present in his film, even though he clearly intended to do so. He will be criticized for this, because he was trying to tell something he couldn't. But the anger and resentment also give way to jokes that fill the remaining part of the "film." Their quality can be doubted just as well as the director's execution. Perhaps if Troška had taken the camera and gone for a little walk around Prague, he might have captured much more humor than what the actors recited in front of the camera. There’s nothing left to do but cry. Perhaps only Josef Laufer deserves special praise for his perfect Leo Kohn, although not everyone can stand his endless lamenting. To summarize, it seems that despite Troška bringing jokes to the film that were missing in the previous two installments, he crossed the line between awkwardness and humor at completely different moments than he intended. Let's hope he's done with this topic for good, even though his reflections on serious projects evoke even more goosebumps than the fact that Bad Joke 4 is on its way with new jokes that have never been seen before.
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Zdeněk Troška ist ein schwarzes Loch. Am Anfang stand das Talent, am vorläufigen Ende... wie soll ich es nennen? Wüste, absolute Einöde, unglaublicher Dilettantismus, null Führung der Akteure (immerhin spielt sogar die letzte Oma aus Hoštice besser als die hiesigen "Profis"!), kein Drehbuch (die Andeutung eines Plots mit einem Fußballspiel erinnert an das Verfallsstadium des Drehbuchautors nach dem Motto: Ich nehme sieben Bier und ein Grünes), verstaubte Routine und vielleicht eine einzige Stelle, an der man über etwas so Peinliches lacht, dass man es ohne Emotionen nicht aushält, und wenn der Zuschauer nicht weinen oder vor Wut an den Möbeln kauen will, hält er einfach die Klappe. Kurz gesagt, ein geistloses Malbuch für von TV-Unterhaltung verblödete Zuschauer. Ich lasse auf meinem Grabstein eingravieren: "Er hielt bis zum Ende durch, suchte nach einem Witz, und irgendwo wurde er verrückt vor Durst und Hunger, denn Steine kann man nicht essen". Auf Wiedersehen, ihr Kameňáks, und kommen Sie um Himmels willen nicht zurück aus dem Reich der märchenhaften Dummheit und dem Reich der senilen Schauspieltrümmer. Oder der Trümmerchen?
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The local news that "K3 has a story" overwhelmed me so much that I let myself be convinced by enthusiastic family comments on the TV program and I also watched it - to deeply regret it after the "modern" cuts of the football match and the shots of Monika Absolonová. I might be a little proud of myself for seriously going through the whole trilogy, but the viewer's masochism is still the same.
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