Johanna

It is a terrible bad film, do not waste your time to disturb you with it. It is without any story, very bad music. At the half of the film I left it, which occurred only second time in my life. The film suggests that the medical doctors are not able to treat any patient and that paramedical therapies are much more useful. It is declared for instance that a patient who would need a liver transplantation could be healed by sex therapy given by Johanna. I can not imagine what could be in the brain of the director. The pictures are also depressing, the whole film is very unpleasant and misses any taste and good human feeling. As a medical doctor I am especially upset with the content of this film.

This does fall into the art film category, and of course art films are not all good and taste varies. I tend to put art films towards the right part of the spectrum, meaning the "good" part so to speak. This one however I must place at the left extreme of the spectrum along with trash such as what you might expect from a film titled something like "Jesse James Meets Terry and the Pirates" (just made that up). The lines are all sung (kind of) like in lulls in between arias of an opera, only there are no arias. Just the same sound over and over and over. There is a certain arty ugliness to this hospital, so ugly that I thought the film would redeem itself if I sit there long enough and not give up. What is the story like? Since my review is directed at those who have not seen it yet, I will just be metaphoric. Think of being swallowed by a huge pig. You get bitten up in the mouth, gulped down the esophagus, churned around in the stomach, reduced to mash in the intestines, and whatever is left gets dumped out his rear end. Halfway into this you are convinced that there is some good to all this ugliness, though we know the world for some of us (many of us?) is a bad place and we wind up in the burn pile. That's the story, and I don't think my metaphor has spoiled anything. If after reading the other reviews you must see it, then I suggest you spend as little as possible of your hard-earned money and watch for say 10 minutes or so. If you like it by then, enjoy the rest, but if not --- it won't get better. The one thing I got out of it all, particularly after reading its history and the other reviews, is the realization more than ever before that there are those who laud something as art for having been placed into the art category. I don't know if my review will do anyone any good. Very few who read the review titled awful considered that review helpful, so I wrote a longer review. I like to write helpful reviews. If you do see it and find it awful, you might give us nay-sayers a thumbs up to give us credibility, which may prompt others to watch something else instead. Having read the reviews for this film, I had expectation of a worthwhile art film, but found in my honest opinion a monstrosity, all 82 minutes of it. Oh, and I almost forgot. Sex is suggested more than actual. What little nudity there is is rather ugly. It is a hospital after all.

A remarkable visual feast. A fabulous greenish/yellow color tinting shades the contours of the cast throughout the film, compounded by severe contrasts of moving bright flashlight pools in pitch darkness. A very strange "out-of-body sensation" grabs hold of you until suddenly the talking voices change into operatic ones. The effect was mesmerizing to say the least. After Italian, Hungarian is phonetically the most effective language for opera. Not as harsh as German, but more robust than Italian. A very different sensation. Why aren't there more operas in Hungarian? (Shades of Bartok's "BLUEBEARD'S CASTLE"). The setting of the old asylum in Budapest keeps reminding one of the somber feel of the Danish hospital in Lars von Trier's "THE KINGDOM", with a dash of the picturesqueness of Lubyanka Prison. A modern operetta for the soul... Let your mind run free during this one. And simply ignore all other advice to the contrary. This wonderful gem is a unique and liberating experience...

Sat through about what seemed like 20 minutes of this attempt at art, though it may have been in fact only 8-12 minutes.

I don't know what sort of cameras they shot this with, but as presented at the 2005 Saint Louis Internation Film Festival, the picture had such visible digital compression artifacts that I wished it had been shot with antique analog video camera instead of whatever they used. Then at least the blown-out whites would have had some interesting flange and flare.

Sound, similarly, was digitally compromised, or at least had unintended sounds bumping in. The singers were competent, but the music itself was over-composed.

I'm not writing a review. More of a warning: You're going to have to love the concept, I think, to sit through this production.

I suggest to the authors that they load up a web-server with it, treat it as a storyboard for a real production, and see if anyone bites on it.

It's just not ready for putting people in the seats to experience it, and this is from one who loved J. Caouette's "Tarnation".

Kornel Mundruczo's "Johanna" is a cinematic mess, "full of sound and fury,/Signifying nothing." With its garish (green) colours and flared images, a mediocre score and lame libretto, the film is well below par. It would be generous to say this film looks more like a bloated, experimental undergraduate student film from the 1970's. Set aside films such as Ingmar Bergman's acclaimed "The Magic Flute" (1975), Joseph Losey's version of Mozart's "Don Giovanni" (1979)," Carlos Saura's flamenco "Carmen" (1983), and Francesco Rosi's 1984 production of the same material, lead by a cast of international opera stars, as being too mainstream and conventional. Mundruczo's "Johanna", supposedly a retelling of the story of Joan of Arc, is lurid and dimwitted. It is the sort of film to which the jaded cinematic "cognoscenti" ascribe all manner of praise for its director's brave vision and deep meaning, but don't be fooled. I watched the entire film, but I'd suggest that you don't. You'll be checking your watch after ten minutes, thinking an hour has passed, wondering if your time would be better spent doing something else. It would.