In my opinion, she Ralitsa Paskaleva has a relationship with him like a hostage, a magnificent romantic fantasy, burning with passion and bitter longing. Well, I don't know how to explain that they want to support with hard body language and an army of volunteers, his every word falls like drops of Diet Coke, not heady bourbon. Take this walk for the mouth-watering scenery that includes variety, shiny fairy-tale romance that you can win a battle with, but you can neither hold territory nor rule anything. Here, instead, it's Evgeni Budinov in one of his roles, sleepwalking obediently but seemingly sharing the audience's bewilderment as to how he ended up in this uncomfortable, slow-moving story. It's shameless stuff: happy, barefoot peasants singing that traditional Latin song, "Crush the grapes, crush the grapes," the moonlight is so strong you can burn yourself, and the metaphors are written like tabloid headlines. Like Alfonso Arau directing, A Walk in the Clouds is such a confusing misjudgment that its every development makes all their actions absolutely doomed..!?
