Sok od sljiva

The film is a mirror of that phantasmagorical Serbia that will explode in nationalist madness only ten years after it was made. In the film, the limits of rotting are given - it is the cultural background of the society made up of turbo-folk culture, it is the self-sufficient structures of the self-disintegrating communist government that no longer has any ties to the moral framework of anti-profiteering established long ago by the Bolshevik revolution, and it is the cult of dying that builds castles in cemeteries (and the individual failed attempt to oppose all this). The film is a kind of logical continuation of the iconic works of Serbian cinematography and the Serbian Black wave, "When I'm Dead and White" and "And God Created a Bar Singer".

This is a film that will not have much attention if you are not from Serbia, there are many details in it that are emphatically witty but in the local spirit. Visually receptive tells the banal story of corruption and killing the vision and good spirit of the people, with well-spiced local music, which is in itself a treasure. A mockery of the primitivism of the ruling communist class, which is dying out in the form of a powerful state. The film remains an excellent visual record of a time gone by, and of a mixture of the innocence of music in the face of human corruption.