Theo van Gogh and Tomas Ross have directed and written a conspiracy theory based upon sentiments. After the assassination of politician Pim Fortuyn, (some of) the Dutch were looking for a scapegoat and weren't satisfied with the arrest of Volkert van der G. Since the killer wasn't a foreigner/Muslim, something bigger had to be behind it. The director and writer of this movie have given us a work of fiction which knows a bad casting, worse acting and awful storyline. The conspiracy in this movie lacks any kind of plausibility or evidence. The suggested involvement of the Dutch government in the murder of Fortuyn is briefly mentioned, but only as a cheap way to make something of the story. Which is... two-and-a-half hours of horrible acting (due to a lousy casting) and it can't even be held against the actors. I can't imagine anyone being able to foresee such a travesty. A storyline as thin as rice paper, scenes that have nothing to add to the story and if they do, they're far to devious. However, and pardon the sarcasm, this movie does have a plus side: it involves some typical Dutch, non-essential, nudity. Breasts. Because we can.
Review of May 6th
