It's unbelievable... Sergiu Nicolaescu was, 35 years ago, one of the promising Romanian directors - but, since then, he involuated in an incredible way, a hallucinatory vertigo of self-loss...
"Carol I" is not a "movie". It's a pile of shots, incoherent, awkward, penible... It has no script, just a "scenes list" with no head or tail ("structure" would be a displaced term, in this context). It's signed by Emil Slotea - who was a pretty good second director in the old studios... but what does this have to do with screen writing...? Nothing - and so, we have a ridiculous "nothing" posing as a movie script! As for the so-called "directing"... O.M.F.G. (pardon my French). There is none! Master Serge simply says: "Shoot me this, shoot me that / Who's afraid of the Big Bad Bat...?" Painfully moronic frames, a mocking of characters, a cacophonous soundtrack (Mihai, WHAT the hell were you doing..???), a cine-club level photography... Not to mention the impossibly retarded editing (Nita, babe, why, why, WHY???) - a messy mix-up of scenes from older Serge's movies... As we say in Romanian... it's a tragically hilarious casserole, spinach, cabbage ("ghiveci", "spanac", varzä")...
Serge, please - enough is enough! Romanian history doesn't deserve this offense! Go home, my friend! GO HOME AND FORGET ABOUT SHOUTING "ACTION!"
"Carol I" is not a "movie". It's a pile of shots, incoherent, awkward, penible... It has no script, just a "scenes list" with no head or tail ("structure" would be a displaced term, in this context). It's signed by Emil Slotea - who was a pretty good second director in the old studios... but what does this have to do with screen writing...? Nothing - and so, we have a ridiculous "nothing" posing as a movie script! As for the so-called "directing"... O.M.F.G. (pardon my French). There is none! Master Serge simply says: "Shoot me this, shoot me that / Who's afraid of the Big Bad Bat...?" Painfully moronic frames, a mocking of characters, a cacophonous soundtrack (Mihai, WHAT the hell were you doing..???), a cine-club level photography... Not to mention the impossibly retarded editing (Nita, babe, why, why, WHY???) - a messy mix-up of scenes from older Serge's movies... As we say in Romanian... it's a tragically hilarious casserole, spinach, cabbage ("ghiveci", "spanac", varzä")...
Serge, please - enough is enough! Romanian history doesn't deserve this offense! Go home, my friend! GO HOME AND FORGET ABOUT SHOUTING "ACTION!"