a big mistake. this is the only word defining this fake film in the career of Mircea Mureșan. sure, many explanations are useful for be merciful about this crap. but something defines it not as accident or experiment but as proof of normality. because, after 1989 year, the Romanian cinema has only two directions- to explore sensuality - and the script is just a pretext or to exorcise the memories about recent past in films exploring the dark sides of Romanian contemporary history. sure, each of them is looking for identity. but "A doua cădere a Constantinopolului" remains a real bad film. and this is its only reasonable thing to say about it.
