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It wasn't that bad, even though the choice of wigs and the introductory diction of the characters really feel like a 2009 version of Mimikry (even Olda "I don't care anymore!!!" Vlach makes a cameo and does his thing). Then it is cleansed into a non-offensive average film, but it absolutely lacks any distinctiveness and impact – the scenery purposefully gets in the way and the individual vicissitudes are done so television-like that it is more reminiscent of cardboard concoctions like Czech TV show Vyprávěj. Nikolaev seems to have completely forgotten his raw whopper... and things are only going to get worse. Lonely Hearts Club fits into staged television poetics which, like it or not, inevitably paints the evil time period with unnatural softness and awkwardness in peoples’ actions. Unlike the real stories of big beat, this amounts to very diluted rum for young people. (25.04.2010)