Panic je nanic
Directed by:
Ivo MacharáčekScreenplay:
Miroslav BuberleCinematography:
Tomáš KrestaCast:
David Vobořil, Michal Hruška, Tomáš Žatečka, Šárka Vaňková, Ivana Korolová, Kateřina Odarčenková, Otmar Brancuzský, Kristýna Jetenská, Irena Máchová (more)Plots(1)
This feel-good comedy, full of ribald humor, surprising situations, and quotable quotes, centers around three 16-year-old friends from Prague. Like all their peers, their main problems stem from antiquated parents and other adults, but above all from their age. They are not quite men yet, but childhood is definitively behind them. They’d like to spend vacation together, but Vasek’s grandmother wants to take him on a trip to Hungary’s Lake Balaton. So Honza and Jirka decide to go hiking without him. Refusing to allow his summer vacation to be ruined, Vasek escapes from the retiree-filled bus and sets out to find his friends. He catches up with them at a pub in an out-of-the-way village. There, a fabulous plan is born. They encounter a local beauty who’d like to spend part of her vacation in Prague. Since Jirka’s parents are in Paris on business for several weeks, the boys exchange Jirka’s luxurious villa for a ramshackle farm. They enjoy glorious days making new friendships and living through many incredible and foolhardy adventures with the ‘old denizens.’ And with the local girls’ help, maybe they’ll become men after all… (official distributor synopsis)
(more)Reviews (3)
If at least the basic premise had been fulfilled, namely the promised film for the circle of Šárka Vaňková's SuperStar fans, Virginity Sucks would have surely had its place in the film libraries of young people. But that didn't happen, and Šárka simply took part in something that deserves a stronger reprimand than Crash Road. And that's really saying something.
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For UDG, for the girls, for – well, actually, for nothing. I wanted to indulgently smile at a clumsily made film about clumsy boys and clever girls, but I can't. No plot, no humor, no nothing. So no star, either.
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There is absolutely no point in talking about acting performances. There weren’t any. If the script had been written on recycled paper, it could have at least been used to start a fire with. There was nothing to laugh about, but the best thing was the punchline – the creators masterfully avoided it, so the whole film kind of fell flat, which was probably for the best... Anyway, I would nominate the film for the dumbest postcoital dialogue award.
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