Tartalmak(1)
As a heat wave brings a Marseille neighbourhood to the boil, three roommates gleefully meddle in the lives of their neighbours from their balcony. Until a late night drink turns into a bloody affair. (Cannes Film Festival)
Recenziók (2)
Egy őrült feminista "horror" vígjáték három hisztérikus nővel, egy leharapott makkal, egy hullával a hűtőben, halott férfiak szellemeivel és hatalmas adag vérrel és főleg női meztelenséggel, amit a francia mainstreamben sem szoktunk meg (máshol meg pláne nem). Filmnek, amely feltehetően a szenvedő nők férfiakkal - bunkókkal - való kemény küzdelem metaforája, a meztelenség érdekes nyitottságot ad a nőiesség kifejezéséhez. A szinte szivacsosan kaotikus, csodálatra méltó energiával feltöltött műfaji keverékből mégis hiányzik az a funkcionális dramaturgia, amely objektív jó filmmé tenné. [Cannes FF]
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The most peculiar character for The Balconettes is the episodic figure of the annoying critic, distanced via an online call and naturally in the form of an old white guy, who embodies an alibi for the whole work – he is supposed to defend it against criticism, which has already been shredded in the spirit of the teenage imperative “you don't understand me, because you’re dumb”. That doesn’t change the fact that The Balconettes remains a boorish mess. Though it aims to make a likably subversive and relieving point, the path that it takes to that goal is very chaotic, neurotic, disorderly and overwrought. That is also true of its protagonists (a writer, an extravagant camgirl, an admired actress), who futilely long to find themselves and their inner self-realisation in the false promises of the would-be liberating media, over which they supposedly have emancipatory control, but which at its core is equally binding and objectifying.
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