Fruit of Paradise

If you enjoy watching a mercurial, concupiscent woman-child scamper about, this is the film for you. And I'm not just talking to Bjork fans.

At times it was like watching a ballet without the dancing, although there were moves on display. Very much Free Love kind of moves. I would say this would be a great film for a band to project while playing some trippy music, but then the audience would miss Zdenek Liska's score (although the drums in the attic scene would be a hit for rawk concerteers).

As pointed out by another reviewer (and the three posted so far all fit with my experience), the first 15 minutes are the most obscure and camera crazy. I wonder if director Vera Chytilova figured censors would get a headache, or have to send in reports to their superiors within 15 minutes and give up? Even then as the story is revealed, it challenges deciphering. Well at least in the year 2014 here in the States. I can see the trend of white (purity) to red (trouble/communism) to black (death), and there is a dresser that is just a fake front, so that too can be seen maybe as some Pop Art reverse AgitProp. I have to say these thoughts never rose up directly while watching it.

For first time Czech checkers, I'd start with "Daisies" first, but I need to figure out what to watch next. I like the raw exuberant art here even if Chytilova felt walled off from her occupied and getting wasted teenage motherland.