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Tomáš SyselElenco:
Adam Mihál, Irena Bendová, Libor Filo, Marián Kuruc, Pavol Dynka, Alžbeta Šopinsová, Stanislav Vojt, Jozef Hrnčirík, Patrik Czank, Ján Jankov, Lukáš Závodský (mais)Sinopses(1)
Twenty-year-old Marek, a white skinhead living near the Slovak- Moravian border with his unemployed dad, has just one friend: his dog pitbull Killer, who he has trained for dog fights and for attacking "unwelcome persons." He has not heard from his mum since she left the family after his brother's tragic death 15 years ago, and his dad frequently reminds him that he, not his older brother Lukas, should have been the one to die. But his life turns upside down when he finds a set of letters from his mum that his dad has kept secret all these years. Marek decides to search for his mum in hopes of getting something he has never experienced but always dreamed of – a functional family. When he finally finds her, however, he gets a shocking surprise... (texto oficial do distribuidor)
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In a nutshell, it is captured by the scene in the shoddy train station. It starts with an authentic-sounding monologue on the edge of the shot, which has a flow and an edge, and continues with arranged racist shouting, in which even anonymous voices in the background sound like a controlled chorus. It ends with a poser moment at the railway station, where the protagonist, who defended the Roma "a little", is watched by a chorus of white fellow citizens as a foreign object. It always evokes a certain awkwardness, ostentation, play on effect, albeit many times more stimulating and arranged than in Foxes. In my opinion, even the dramaturgy is not OK - again we have a protagonist who behaves unpredictably, while the main motivation is only clarified after one starts to think a little angrily about whether he has anything to do with another of the director's hysterical creations. However, it is more than bearable, especially thanks to the camera, the work with the environment of the scenic social periphery, which helps the dialogues. They still sound like chants sung an octave higher or lower... Non-actors simply can't handle a learned script other than with a recited text. Sometimes it's funny how hard they try (the character of the protagonist's neighbor). Wouldn't it really be worth it to look for inspiration from Dresen, Seidl and others? Overall, My Dog Killer seems to me like a film which, despite its great ambitions and fundamental theme, gets a little stuck in infantile and static gestures. In order for a character to come to life in infinitely long wordless shots, it requires more than just the decently mastered language of others. Even so, I consider this to be quite a sympathetic attempt that paves the way (already a well-trodden path elsewhere).
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Sure, let the young filmmakers experiment, but this "raw" commentary on our times, which is actually shallow, simply can't captivate the audience. The acting is simply bad. Non-actors can deepen the atmosphere, but in this case, they simply undermine it. There's nothing to be done about it. As an experiment, sure, but it's just a boring probe into one human life. Actually, it's a probe into one day in one person's life. And not much happens, even though the creators claim otherwise.
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Too long, visually monotonous shots take away from the punch of My Dog Killer and make it a rather boring spectacle. Which is a bit of a shame, because otherwise this realistic social drama is a valuable testimony. (60%)
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