Como celebré el fin del mundo

A trip in memory. A story about an age and about an era. Only character of this movie is Ceausescu. And his presence in ours souls. At a first view is a combination Chagall-Blecher. A page of a old book. A yellow image. But the Romania of 1989 is the Romania of 2006, too. Same words, same dreams, same facts are the pieces of our life. To escape, to have, to be are the problems of everyday. So... . The extraordinary talent of Catalin Mitulescu is the result of a long clear deep observation of the pictures of present Romania. In this film is not the testimony of a communism's drop, a tale about love, absurd, lies and honor. It is a chronicle, a gorgeous chronicle about Revolution, Piata Universitatii, Iliescu regime, about Miron Cosma and the empty hope, about condition of Romanians, ever strange, ever cold. Lalalilu is our conscience. Ours jokes, patience, wait are the fruits of his desire to understand. "Our country is our country". It is possible a better definition of our condition?