In the first ten minutes of this, you see Thatcher and Merkel in a line-up of famous witches throughout history, a silver-sprayed Jesus holding up a gold pawn shop, Sponge Bob shooting a cop and a woman, then getting riddled with bullets, and the 10-year-old son of Christ double-shooting at police while piggy-riding. Alex de la Iglesia is back. Once the wunderkind of Spanish genre cinema with successful and over-the-top schlockers like 'Accion Mutante' and 'Day of the Beast', he declined into respectability after his arguably best work 'The ferpect Crime', becoming the most connected and well-funded film maker of Spain apart from Almodovar. Since then he has directed expensive but lame flicks like the terrible 'Oxford Murders' or the hopelessly exaggerated 'Last Circus'.
'Witching and Bitching' at long last ends this streak of drivels by going all-out bizarre and pushes lines on you like 'My daughter loves me so much, she put my picture on the wall next to Justin Bieber'. It also has a consistent theme: women are incomprehensible and scary, and feminists are witches whose only goal is the total destruction of men (which may be seen as offensive by those who are able to take this seriously).
To be sure: you better watch this drunk or stoned or at a party or better yet all of this together - otherwise it'll strike you as complete and utter nonsense without an inkling of coherence. But given how incredibly dull European cinema has become, it's a desperately needed breath of fresh air. It's also one of very few European films of the past years to make a profit.
'Witching and Bitching' at long last ends this streak of drivels by going all-out bizarre and pushes lines on you like 'My daughter loves me so much, she put my picture on the wall next to Justin Bieber'. It also has a consistent theme: women are incomprehensible and scary, and feminists are witches whose only goal is the total destruction of men (which may be seen as offensive by those who are able to take this seriously).
To be sure: you better watch this drunk or stoned or at a party or better yet all of this together - otherwise it'll strike you as complete and utter nonsense without an inkling of coherence. But given how incredibly dull European cinema has become, it's a desperately needed breath of fresh air. It's also one of very few European films of the past years to make a profit.