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Fatigue

A simple premise injected with a monstrous concoction of influences, political quips and experimental ideas. A book by conceptualist poet Ken Goldsmith is put on display, Uwe Boll cameos, and such statements abound. The main plot seems a pastiche of social realists like the Dardennes and Kiarostami, distant ancestors like Fellini and Akerman, and the final sequence cites Jude's own "Happiest Girl in the World". The taxi-driver interjections don't work, but the fails seem part of the fun.

so so cool, the kind of movie that gives you hope and brings you down to earth at the same time. Makes me feel lucky to be Romanian and get to appreciate the "vulgar" stuff at its full potential

61st nyff

Radu Jude don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows