Kako sam sistematski unisten od idiota (How I Was Systematically Destroyed by an Idiot) - Slobodan Sijan

Danilo 'Bata' Stojković interpreta Babi Papuska, un vecchio compagno innamorato del Che.

Babi è sempre in mezzo a ogni manifestazione, è sopportato dagli altri, ma fino a un certo punto.

uno così l'abbiamo sempre conosciuto.

il film merita, sembra proprio una cronaca di certe situazioni.

divertente e amaro insieme - Ismaele

This summer I had the great luck to see this movie by pure accident. During the film festival I wanted to see another movie, but this one was shown outside and I preferred fresh air, so I stayed there without even knowing what I'll see. Then Šijan came to the mike and announced this movie. All of us there were fascinated! So it's not so much a movie about a person trying to cope with Che's death, as it's a movie about a guy, who wants to cope with his life. He's a bum, but entirely out of his own laziness. He always blamed somebody or something for his lack of privileged life.
Although this movie was said to be political, it really isn't. It's almost a documentary of the part of Yugoslavian society that wasn't suppose to exist. In the developed socialistic country there should be no beggars and everybody should want to work, for it was their privilege and right to work.
So watch it, laugh at it, but try and imagine it is all true, because it's very close to reality.

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…You have to hand it to the director Slobodan Šijan on one thing: in only 3 years he crossed from one extreme to another, from one of the masterworks of comedy "Who's That Singing over There?" to the weak, barely watchable tragicomedy "How I Was Systematically Destroyed by an Idiot", a confusing satire (?) about Communism that would have been flat out bad hadn't it contained the energetic, genius performance by comedian Danilo 'Bata' Stojković, in this occasion equipped with a "Marxist" beard. But even Stojković can't save the uninspired film: frankly, there is almost nothing present in the story. Hard core fans of Yugoslav films are the only ones that could enjoy in this, while the rest of the world would probably ignore it. Only here and there a good gag shows up, like when the hero Babi is exiting a toilet and doesn't miss out an opportunity to add: "When I was a kid, urine was regarded as the cleanest liquid that was used to wash out the wounds", and the story sometimes amusingly ridicules the nostalgic, blind devotion to any ideology, but mostly it's just simply a confusing mess without any kind of tight screenplay, equipped with bizarre situations (the scene where Babi is sleeping with a grotesquely overweight prostitute), an overstretched, desperate, lousy, boring excuse for any kind of satire.

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