Director:
Jan PrušinovskýCámara:
Petr BednářReparto:
Miroslav Krobot, Ondřej Vetchý, David Novotný, Luděk Sobota, Jaroslava Pokorná, Leoš Noha, Pavel Kikinčuk, Jan Hartl, Norbert Lichý, Pavla Beretová (más)Sinopsis(1)
The movie is based on a popular TV series Okresni prebor (County Championship). As the title promises, the movie features the legendary figure of a licensed coach – Josef Hnatek. And as this man starred in the series only as ashes spread on the pitch of the Houslice village, the filmmakers decided to give the audience his live version. That sets the story of the feature movie in this man's life, spinning the dilemma of an all-life football addict. Well, football is more than life to him. The title role of this Houslice's persona is played by Miroslav Krobot – a theater director, art director of the Prague Dejvicke divadlo and an occasional actor. (texto oficial de la distribuidora)
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Ačkoli se to v Okresním přeboru hemží řadou mých oblíbených herců z nejrůznějších divadel, tak jsem nějak nepropadl jeho kouzlu a nevím, v čem tkví ta všude proklamovaná úžasnost. Rozhodně to není špatný film, ale čekal jsem více. Jen se sám sebe ptám, zda byl dobrý nápad kupovat si film i seriál na dvd.
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Prušinovský learned from one of the best episodes of the series, Na váhu, and attracted a great actor and despotic madman from the Dejvice Theater. Krobot brings a piece of titanic tragedy to Sunday League, as if the glory of destructive football giants and wildcats shone on the violin pitch for a moment. The screenplay contains a lot of narrow-minded, but at the same time tastefully assembled gags, the dialogues are, as always, brisk, the acting slightly exaggerated but extremely entertaining (Vetchý really found himself in playing Jiřina and is completely irresistible with his cabaret manner). In addition, Krobot's personal story and highly problematic psychological profile tighten the film without much difficulty, while the carousels, the cat businessman Norbert Lichý and the secular primitive Jaroslav Plesl give it the right agrarian feel. If Czech folk comedy didn't look the way it does, Sunday League would be solid above-average television with a lot of potentially cult moments (Jiřina's ingenious analysis of the coach's notebook still rings in my head)... but given that autocracy of tastelessness and dementia reigns here, Prušinovsky's film is something like a small miracle. It has been a long time since I laughed at shallowness without shame, because it is not self-serving, but it is poetic. Despite all the insurmountable reservations, this worked. Definitely... [70%]
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I thought that the odds of me ever going to the cinema for a film about football and liking it – and liking it more than two friends that once played football at some lower level – were the same as winning the lottery. But it happened. True story. The film version of Sunday League is a perfect tragic-comedy with flawless performances (a brilliant Miroslav Krobot!), great comedy timing, and realistic dialogues (when was the last time this happened in a Czech film?). And even though you’ll go looking for just fun, the film has a rather sad plot arc that really touched me. The character of Coach Hnátek, who has sacrificed almost everything for his trivial hobby, is beautifully tragic in its own way, while the characters around him (in particular Vetchý) are a chapter on their own. If it was a tiny bit more socially critical, Sunday League would be a work of Forman proportions. I think I’ll go buy myself a lottery ticket. 9/10
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A beautiful film. I'm football illiterate, but just like in the District League series, this was not a handicap for me. Sunday League - Pepik Hnatek's Final Match is excellently written, cast and acted and its bittersweet atmosphere reminded me of the classics Hogo fogo Homolka or The Firemen's Ball. Thank you for this film. I haven't laughed so hard (and from the heart) in a long time (especially with a Czech film), been this emotionally moved and made to think all at the same time.
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The prequel with Krobot. About kicking about, but nothing really to do with soccer, even on the sidelines. A “no really so much" comedy for regular people, where the regular people isn’t a synonym for fecal jokes, depravity and red-neckedness. If only Prušinský hadn’t tripped himself up with an unnecessary own-goal in the last twenty minutes, when it loses its ability to score that goal... But enough recrimination... It’s just good! Just the Spurs supporters will be in tears again.
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