A Portrait of My Late Father

A young girl who enters adult life builds her emancipation against the rigidity of her father. But he dies and leaves her alone in her struggle, in a sudden, oppressive and sly tranquility.

Paval Sabotová depicts the disenchantment of a struggle that falls flat. Interrupted before the outcome of the fight, it only leaves to the young lady a sour taste of anger. As time goes by, this evil grows inside of her, becomes obsessional, and freezes in a stifness that echoes the one of the father, that nemesis and eternal role model. This dillusionned young lady is the allegory of the disenchantment of young ideals and the beginning of an adult life with no real convictions. But no bitterness, no optimistic tale of the found peace and forgiveness, the movie supports a ruthless observation with prosaicness and lucidity.