should have listened to janet jackson instead
tried to watch kontroll this weekend but had to turn it off halfway through. as a valentine to fluorescent lighting this film is beautiful, but the insipid plot that revolves around a bunch of boorish characters is insufferable. i was under the impression that a film about subway ticket checkers would present more of humanity's minutiae- instead this is a cardboard premise for a whitewash of good vs. evil, gross out shots of brains and puke, and footchases aplenty (and i usually like a good footchase, and am not totally adverse to a little fisticuffs either). i don't care if it won the queen's breakfast at cannes, this film shows that hollywood's banalizing forcefield has now reached as far as hungary. czech filmmakers better run while they can.