The Romanian cinema has produced in the last few years a series of good films looking back in anger to the times of the Communist rules, to its smaller and bigger tragedies and treasons, to the human cost of what was one of the worst communist terror regimes in Eastern Europe.
The Fiancees from America (why the plural? ) tries to squeeze some more juice from the same fruit, but despite the basic premises does not succeed to tell too much because it falls to easily into melodrama and conventional cinema. All the story line as well as most of the acting looks like a soap opera that very soon falls into the predictable, and runs out of idea even if the screen time is below 80 minutes. Out of the otherwise good team of actors only Marcel Iures succeeds to give a minimal dimension of authenticity to his character.
This film is almost a complete failure dealing with a serious and painful team with a set of cinema tools that are completely inadequate.
The Fiancees from America (why the plural? ) tries to squeeze some more juice from the same fruit, but despite the basic premises does not succeed to tell too much because it falls to easily into melodrama and conventional cinema. All the story line as well as most of the acting looks like a soap opera that very soon falls into the predictable, and runs out of idea even if the screen time is below 80 minutes. Out of the otherwise good team of actors only Marcel Iures succeeds to give a minimal dimension of authenticity to his character.
This film is almost a complete failure dealing with a serious and painful team with a set of cinema tools that are completely inadequate.
