Rodinné trampoty oficiála Tříšky

I've never got along with Official Tříška, and yes, we all know why those films changed so much after 1945, but this is a prime example of how a light subject can become stunted. Czechs already realized that there is strength in work during the Protectorate. (09.11.2014)

I've always liked the pedantic official Tříška. Not as much as, for example, the character of the antiquarian Kohout, played by Jaroslav Marvan in The Last of the Mohicans, but similarly. Unlike other people, I don't think he's some horrible choleric monster (although I wouldn't want to live under the same roof with him, admittedly) - rather, he's just a man who lives in his own world according to his own rules, and as long as no one tries to disturb his bubble, everything is fine. And I quite understand that approach. Not to mention how I can empathize with Tříška's ears tortured by the hideous chanting of marching soldiers. The film is also full of excellent moments and gags (with suitcases between trams), and Saša Rašilov portrayed the head of the family perfectly... I am also able to ignore the much-maligned agitational plot glorifying the working people (or transform it in my head into a more pleasant ode to the countryside). (08.05.2012)