Infantile artistic vision.

I wanted so much to like this movie. I do remember neighbours screaming from the window "Incepe Dallaaaaas!!". But Ms. Ungar was a toddler during those days. She was most certainly born after the revolution. That's not the problem. The problem is that she did not do her homework. The vehicle, the subject, is not really fully explored.

The problem is that this subject is so rich, with so much opportunity for analysis, and so many layers, but instead of actually meeting them heads on this movie gets lost in just pure silliness, stuttering concepts half-convinced of the direction it wants to take.

If you're going to desecrate the idea of documentary, then, it'd better be for a good cause. It'd better be done by a steady hand and good artistic vision. This, fell flat.