Ondřej Vavrečka

A hole gapes in a house wall. A small flaw, something imperfect that we seldom consciously direct our attention to. Filmmaker Ondřej Vavrečka finds holes in every corner. His focus is on the imperfections of human existence. A hole can also mean an uncertain future, or an empty stomach. The gap that partners leave behind after a breakup. Ondřej Vavrečka does not only deal with visible holes. He looks at the incomplete from a philosophical perspective. He also lets a nuclear physicist, a theologian and an ethnologist have their say. He underscores their thoughts and theses with absurd everyday scenes: a woman with a chair on her head or an invisible skier. These scenes combine with interviews, sounds and stop-motion sequences to create a playful collage.

Kazimir Malevich wanted to burn all the pieces of art. And to create black squares from the ashes. The black square (Everything of art) did not appear here by an accident. Where are its roots? Is not the square in its core a circle, the return of Everything? And are we to speak on fundamental matters? Here we enter the quest of spies. The agents want to keep silence. The informaticians prefer the total openness, proximity, disposition. Distance or proximity?

Kazimir Malevich wanted to burn all the pieces of art. And to create black squares from the ashes. The black square (Everything of art) did not appear here by an accident. Where are its roots? Is not the square in its core a circle, the return of Everything? And are we to speak on fundamental matters? Here we enter the quest of spies. The agents want to keep silence. The informaticians prefer the total openness, proximity, disposition. Distance or proximity?

Kazimir Malevich wanted to burn all the pieces of art. And to create black squares from the ashes. The black square (Everything of art) did not appear here by an accident. Where are its roots? Is not the square in its core a circle, the return of Everything? And are we to speak on fundamental matters? Here we enter the quest of spies. The agents want to keep silence. The informaticians prefer the total openness, proximity, disposition. Distance or proximity?

Kazimir Malevich wanted to burn all the pieces of art. And to create black squares from the ashes. The black square (Everything of art) did not appear here by an accident. Where are its roots? Is not the square in its core a circle, the return of Everything? And are we to speak on fundamental matters? Here we enter the quest of spies. The agents want to keep silence. The informaticians prefer the total openness, proximity, disposition. Distance or proximity?

Kazimir Malevich wanted to burn all the pieces of art. And to create black squares from the ashes. The black square (Everything of art) did not appear here by an accident. Where are its roots? Is not the square in its core a circle, the return of Everything? And are we to speak on fundamental matters? Here we enter the quest of spies. The agents want to keep silence. The informaticians prefer the total openness, proximity, disposition. Distance or proximity?

Kazimir Malevich wanted to burn all the pieces of art. And to create black squares from the ashes. The black square (Everything of art) did not appear here by an accident. Where are its roots? Is not the square in its core a circle, the return of Everything? And are we to speak on fundamental matters? Here we enter the quest of spies. The agents want to keep silence. The informaticians prefer the total openness, proximity, disposition. Distance or proximity?

Tůma's film is a sovereign cinematographic space, which, broken up into many chapters, takes an unconventional look at contemporary Czech society. The opening political grotesque on the election of the President is drowned out by the ecstatic ramblings of philosophising (and chattering) fragments turning on the sought-out axis of life and the world, and especially the inward-looking images full of colourful objectivity and charming humour that is elevated to the level of pure poetry.