At this point in time, the Greek cinema that had flourished for two decades and produced enjoyable, well-written comedies and a couple of adequate dramas, was dead and ready to be buried in the ground. In its place emerged a new school of thought and cinema, in which self-important talentless hacks aped foreign directors and classic movies and created some of the worst cinematic abominations the post ww2 Europe has seen.
Enigmatic characters who wandered around, recited platitudes and inanities, engaged in antisocial or autistic behavior and...that's it. That was the whole premise and this movie is no different: a man walks, utters banalities, sings nonsensical songs, wanders around, walks some more. There is also a girl and a singer and an absolutely atrocious narrator, who describes thoughts and happenings naively and in a laughably bad voice. Lethargy, slowness and inaction disguised as profundity and depth.
It's even worse than "so bad it's good", it exceeds such levels of terribleness.
Enigmatic characters who wandered around, recited platitudes and inanities, engaged in antisocial or autistic behavior and...that's it. That was the whole premise and this movie is no different: a man walks, utters banalities, sings nonsensical songs, wanders around, walks some more. There is also a girl and a singer and an absolutely atrocious narrator, who describes thoughts and happenings naively and in a laughably bad voice. Lethargy, slowness and inaction disguised as profundity and depth.
It's even worse than "so bad it's good", it exceeds such levels of terribleness.
