Bibliothèque Pascal, 2010 Dir. Hajdu Szabolcs, Hungary Los Angeles Film Festival, LAFF, 2010 image1.jpegAnother film from Berlin was the new Hungarian entry, "Bibliotheque Pascal", the fourth feature from director Szabolcs Hajdu who made a big international splash with a gymnastics film entitled "White Palms" in 2006. Where "White Palms" was basically a semi-autobiographical docudrama firmly rooted in reality, "Bibliotheque" is an hallucinogenic excursion into the kinkiest recesses of the mind, brilliantly lensed by DOP Andras Nagy, but firmly rooted in sexual surrealism, excessive sadism and masochism, and weirdness for weirdness sake. This is the kind of film that makes you wonder if the agony is ever going to end but keeps you glued to your seat just because it's impossible to take your eyes off of the main actress, Orsolya Török-Illyés, a rare beauty of a special type, who is shown constantly in lingering closeups.Plot: In order to regain custody of her daughter, whom she left in the care of her fortune- telling aunt, Mona (Török-Illyés) has to tell a social worker her story. The tale she spins--- and the movie we watch---is a wild, surreal adventure in which people are able to project and enter each other's dreams, and our heroine is sold into slavery in a debauched literary brothel in Liverpool where the patrons act out their literary/sexual fantasies with Lolita, St. Joan, and Desdemona.Though this is in theory a Hungarian film, the story is set largely in Romania and most of the dialog is in Romanian delivered by a mainly Romanian cast, except for the extended sequence in a British brothel where what dialog there is is in a kind of weird Englishl. The story centers on an hypnotically beautiful single mother Mona (Orsolya Török-Illyés) who is half-Hungarian, half-Romanian and speaks both languages when necessary. At the beginning and at the end of the film she is trying to convince a Romanian social worker that the young daughter she left in the custody of a flaky fortune-telling aunt when she took off for England to work as a prostitute (i,e., sex slave) should be returned to her -- and what happens in between is her incredible tale of suffering and bondage in a grotesque British brothel in Liverpool, borrowed, it would seem from Genet's Balcony with a little input from Dreyer's Passion of Joan of Arc.In this super kinky whorehouse which gives the film its title, clients pay to live out literary sex fantasies and Mona is, in fact, assigned to a room called "Joan of Arc". What she suffers there is so unspeakable that you wish they would put her out of her misery already and just burn her at the stake. The story she tells the social worker (which forms the body of the film) is so beyond belief, starting with a handsome psychotic killer who emerges from the sand on a seaside beach and makes her pregnant in an extremely bizarre one night stand at gun-point, then segueing from there via weird train station encounters, over the White Cliffs of Dover to the Pascal Library in Liverpool where the sexual depravities visited upon the poor girl stagger the imagination --except that she seems to enjoy being tortured in a very passive way -- so that her official confessor feels compelled to make her tale sound more "normal" in his final report, because he really wants to restore the kid to her and knows damn well that the naked truth as she has described it will not cut the mustard.And so she gets her child back and starts telling the kid a fairy tale that seems to be leading into another bizarre movie --well -- well --What can one say? "Not for every taste" to say the least. Some will think its the worst movie they've ever seen, others that they have witnessed an incredible work of art. In any case, this film is definitely over the top and out through the roof, but has some pretty hot cinematic fireworks and a heroine who really has to be seen to be believed --Orsolya Török-Illyésis unforgettable even if the film is a wall-to-wall nightmare. Director Szabolcs was there for a Q and A after the screening, which turned out to be mainly a lecture in Hungarian almost as obscure as the film itself, and evoked few questions from people who seemed to be too stunned to leave the theater just yet. Who knows what evil lurks around the next corner ....Sent from my iPad

I consider this a master piece! It is a rated adult fairy tale. It is a dream projected to the viewers. It has distinctive story telling. The sound compilation and cinematography are both great. The film creates such an impact you either love it or hate it. Sex and violence always catches viewers attention.But it has never been done this way!The film is absurd and surreal. Director Szabolcs Hajdu is not afraid of taking the risk.And be who he really is! I haven't seen something raw powerful and original like this movie for a while.

Hungarian-German-British-Romanian co-production movie Bibliothèque Pascal (spoken mainly in Romanian, occasionally in English, while Hungarian is used extensively only in a single theatrical monologue) deals with the heavy subject of human trafficking and sex trade, presented through an imaginative world of the main character, (in)voluntary victim of a modern day slavery, who, in her attempt to reclaim custody of her little daughter, (un)knowingly resorts to fairy-talish description of how she met and lost a man who fathered her daughter and what extraordinary powers little Viorica inherited from him, of good causes she followed to accept her foreign (sexploitive) engagement, and of the imaginative way her "services" were delivered. The only mild objection that can be given to the movie is that everything in it, revolving around Mona Paparu, quietly radiating leading character of subdued expression (brought to the screen by brilliant, classically beautiful Hungarian actress Orsolya Török-Illyés), her life, at first as a traveling artist in the puppet theatre, and later as "Jeanne D'Arc" in stylish chambers of the title "library", inhabited with prostitutes for high-end clientèle, impersonating famous characters from literature (ranging from Desdemona and Ophelia to Dorian Gray and Pinocchio) is too nice and polished for the ugly and rough reality the movie deals with--the very same sole objection that can be given to Guillermo del Toro's extraordinarily beautiful, phantasmagoric El laberinto del fauno (Pan's Labyrinth, 2006), in which a young girl escapes from brutalities of life and her ruthless stepfather, army captain in WW2 fascist-ruled Spain, into the fascinating world of her own imagination--confronting guilt and innocence, violence and kindness, coldness and compassion

I do not have a shadow of a doubt to rate this movie with a 10 out of 10 , and I know I am not the only one who like it a lot. Probably is the best movie of the year 2010. Maybe if you already read the plot you got an idea about the movie but as the expression states:SEEING IS BELIEVING you we'll realize that this is exactly the case; You have to see it ! It is so rare nowadays to see real directors with good ideas , imagination and directors who tells us stories , now when everything is cheap and kitsch most of the Hollywood movies are remakes or you got the impression they got nothing to offer .As I mentioned in the title this movie is marked by a magical realism but is not like Gabriel Garcia Marquez or Isabel Allende or another Latin American writer the magical realism is European or should I locate it to the central and eastern Europe. They are no stereotypes about eastern europeans or politics in this movie , and there is a story , you just have to be patient , actually the movie is about story telling from the moment Mona starts to tell the story of herself and her daughter and later on at the fair and at the end in the furniture store.