Dear Wendy

Um diretor europeu sensato fez uma crítica da América pouco sensata... e assim resultou. Um filme que é difícil de comentar e avaliar porque está cheio de contradições e de potencial perdido. Uma sátira cómica mal equilibrada com um plano dramático, o final a virar tudo o que foi apresentado ao avesso - obviamente com um propósito de controvérsia. Por vezes os artistas europeus podem estragar com a sua cegueira mais do que os rotineiros americanos podem com o seu seguimento de modelos. (29/09/2005)

This could have been really good if... Two-thirds of the runtime the film moves reliably in four-star waters and when the main character, as the narrator, comments on his unsatisfactory existence and the spirit of the small town, which is one big pit with a lot of miners with somewhat limited horizons, it's really good. The film works especially well in describing the group of outsiders that the small town society alienated from its center. But then there is a forced attempt to convey a message and criticize the cult of weapons in America. It's thematically good, but contrived and unbelievable. In the last 20 minutes, the film plummets downward, where it should have been building up. It was clear that the game with weapons and the rituals of the whole group went to hell after a few minutes, but the way the screenwriter stumbled upon it was a real disaster. The scenes where the grown-up in motion takes down a sniper at 120 meters with a pistol are just the tragicomic icing on the cake. Overall impression: 45%. (06/03/2010)