His Master's Voice

I am a big fan of the work of Stanislaw Lem. His style is not for everyone, but his creativity is unparalleled: he was at the top of his craft, a master of his language, who constantly surprised the reader with amazing and thought provoking ideas. So I was eager to see Gyorgy Palfi's version of the novel - but boy, was I disappointed!

First of all: the story of the movie has *nothing* to do with the original material, except for a few, very vague references. It's just a big, chaotic mess, where unnecessary scenes follow each other seemingly randomly. It's not artistic just because if makes no sense, okay?

"Disappointed" is not the best word, by the way: I felt *angry* after suffering through this joke of a movie. I felt like the director just defecated on a masterpiece. How come he was even allowed to use the same title as the novel?

I want to build a time machine now, just to go back in time when we decided to push "play", so that I can stop ourselves. Watching a switched-off TV for two hours is a *much* better way of spending your time then seeing this tragic nonsense.

Avoid at all cost!