Poppy Field

Loved the feel of this movie, the acting and the observational directing style. I felt for the lead character's complex life and it has a hopeful message ultimately. This film will travel to many festivals and be a hit I imagine and it is an important film too.

This is a brave and poignant movie. It is very simple in its pace and setting and could easily be set for a play.

We know from Polish and Georgian movies that it's very complicated to be openly gay in Eastern European countries. Poppy Field is another illustration of this fact.

Cristi is no hero and no victim. As many closeted gay men, he is caught up in his contradictions and spends a lot of time and energy lying to himself and to the others around him. But you can only maintain the façade for so long, and then cracks start to show. The path to authenticity seems like a crucifixion, and the homophobia expressed in the movie is closely associated with Christianism.

My favorite scene is when Cristi is left alone in a red, empty movie theater. We can feel the tempest going on in his skull. His career, his privacy, his life are all at stakes in one day.

A great movie about resilience, bad faith, and sexual minorities.

Cristi's foreign boyfriend has just dropped in, but Cristi has to go to work as a member of the Romanian "military" police. His team is called on to help with a situation where protestors have stopped the screening of a lesbian film. He hits one person who threatened to out him, and half the film is Cristi interacting with various other individual officers keeping him away from the main crowd and the complainant.

This is a portrait of the police force, its masculine-homophobic culture, and how Cristi adapts to it. However, I would like more action of some sort, rather than all the chatter. I was mildly irritated that the opening boyfriend segment of the film was basically used to establish that Cristi was gay, while the boyfriend's being a Muslim just seems to be an irrelevancy.

Maybe, the naked realism remains the basic virtue of this film . A form of realism defined first by language. I suppose, only a Romanian can understand, in real and proper manner, the entire pressure of situations, language, dialogue .

A jandarm and an intervention in a delicate case.

A presumed ex-boyfriend recognize him and having the foulish inspiration to remind to him the past. And the brutal, for me not exactly illegitimate, reaction of jandarm. The rest is the expectation of Cristi about the decision of his supperiors about the violence act of him.

At the final, you discover a courageous and deep honest film, different by many others offered by Romanians directors in the last decades.

Sure, the language is fruste, but it is not exactly a gay movie, an image of Jandarmeria or portrait of a man in difficult , stressed situation.

It is just the portrait, clear, precise of Romanian society. And this is the motif to appreciate it , like the impressive courage of director to propose a sort of mirror front to the viewer.

Presented in gentle manner. A group of men, a.

Great portrayal of a day and a night in the life of Cristi, a gendarme of Bucharest. The acting of the main actor Conrad Mericoffer, as well as that of the other policemen is one of truly high quality. On the contrary, except for the scene with the sister, I did not appreciate particularly Radouan Leflahi's (Hadi) performance, although the dialogues were written with accuracy, especially in their attempt to reproduce the silly "empty" talk of two lovers (coming from different countries).

The first part is to be appreciated also for the way in which the contrast between the two different mindsets of the protagonists are described. On the one hand Hadi, who quite naively fails to understand the complexity of the world Cristi lives in, and, on the other hand, Cristi, who shows a maybe too cautious attitude towards life, discretion and circumspection being his mottos.

The second part of the movie is absolutely worth watching: the anxiety Cristi feels while being kept out from the discussion going on outside the film theatre is conveyed through some quite long takes, during which Cristi's emotions hit him like waves, alternatively calming down and taking over again. The - partially unjustified - terror of losing his place in his comfort zone leads Cristi to commit an act of violence, the consequences of which will be dealt with by the fellow gendarmes with typical mafiaesque methods.

Much worthier watching than the (only superficially) German equivalent "Freier Fall".