The opening credits for this movie start with something like: "In a sleepy East European country..." I presume it's one with no television as even the most backward country couldn't produce rubbish like this. The movie opens in a dark wood... torrential rain, a line of what looks like monks walking in a line... then guess what? They're Police in raincoats, but the rain has stopped, and it's broad daylight... I honestly thought it was a comedy. Many of the voices are obviously overdubbed, but from reading the lips, it's from English to English, and it makes the entire thing seem like a cheap daytime-viewing drama. I lasted fifteen minutes, watching a never-ending parade of overweight balding men in sweaty vests mutter and mumble their way round dirty dingy corridors of what is meant to be a cliched, no frills communist-era building, run to the same budget that this movie obviously was. The only highlight was the car - a beautiful blue Tatra - belonging to the parents of the girl found murdered at the beginning. I hope nothing happened to the car; as for the rest of them... I didn't really care. Netflix owes me fifteen minutes of my life back.
Review of The Cold Light of Day
