Romanians can’t make a bad film. It’s, like, illegal in their country. Or at least not in their DNA.
„Over the last four years, filmmakers from the small Eastern European nation have swept into the south of France every May and put far bigger, more storied film cultures to shame, the U.S. and the fiercely proud host country among them. It started primarily with the critics’ favorite „The Death of Mr. Lazarescu” in 2006, continued the following year with the powerful abortion drama „4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days” (which won the Palme d’Or) and hasn’t abated since, with last year’s „Police, Adjective” and „Tales from the Golden Age” worthy entries in the so-called Romanian New Wave.”