Is there a rule that all East European directors must make a film of their awkward years? Like most of the others, this is a pleasant film but don't expect any groundbreaking stuff. The beginning is a little confusing but then the movie moves towards familiar terrain. If you watch enough of these types of movies, it will be easy to figure out who the father was and how it is going to happen. I can't imagine anyone will be shocked with the revelation. Amusing bit with the jeans though.
Review of Hey Babu Riba
