Dir. Milos Forman (1965).
Uniquely dialectical, Milos Forman’s deadpan farce—in which a young woman loses her illusions, perhaps—plays as funny-sad. Forman’s largely nonprofessional actors are at once cute and ugly, his technique is both spontaneous and studied, the world is cozy yet bleak, and the filmmaker’s attitude is simultaneously tender and cruel.
Wed., Oct. 28, 8:40 p.m., 2009
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on October 27, 2009