Poor Andula. Left high and dry yet again.
The cinetrix was surprised and a little disappointed to learn during today's discussion that the young people were having none of Milos Foreman's Loves of a Blonde. After weeks of rapes, and murders, and gangsters, and Bad Shit Happening in Forests Generally--not to mention their first experience of the Fellini-esque--I thought they'd really warm to Foreman's sly, episodic look at coming of age in the Eastern Bloc, but no dice.
I just wanted a film with a female protagonist. Is that so wrong?
Sigh. How are you gonna keep 'em down in the socialist shoe factory of Zruc once they've seen the bright lights of Cinecitta?
