This weekend, Sam and I watched Konec srpna v hotelu Ozon, translation: End of August at the Hotel Ozone. There are soooo many things I could say about this bizarre film. While watching End of August, I remember thinking, “this ish is just bizarre. I have no clue what these chicks are doing.” But I couldn’t turn the movie off; I was invested in the outcome in an odd way. Once I understood the characters were supposed to be young women, in a post apocalyptic world, looking for mates and obviously bored to death. I began to root for them; hoping they’d find some men and make some babies for the sake of humanity.
But then they murdered a non-threatening stray dog, for no reason except to indulge in killing. And then they killed a grazing cow, possibly with an intention to eat some meat. But the action wasn’t goal oriented; it was indulgent, grotesque and possessive. And lastly, before leaving the hotel to find people, they murder the Old Man in order to take his gramophone. [Sorry if I spoiled the film for you]. As the movie concluded, I’m cursing all of humanity and hoping these savage women spend the rest of their lives in search of people that do no exist. And I’ve realized that’s the point of the film. So obviously it was successful. And its stark and eerie form was intriguing to watch.