A Boring Afternoon (Fádní odpoledne)

Film Studio Barrandov presents

A Boring Afternoon

Written by Based on a short story by Bohumil Hrabal

Starring

With the cooperation of

Art Director

Executive Producer

Photographed by

Directed by

Thanks. You should've come with us.

Today we're gonna blow 'em outta the water, man!

Yeah, It'd be good to just get a result there!

Well, please y'self. But they're gonna get a thrashing!

Girls, we're gonna celebrate tonight!

And tell the world, far and near,

my darling babe's deceived me.

And tell the world, far and near,

my darling babe's deceived me.

A girlfriend's betrayed me,

seduced my very own darling babe.

The world's a misery to me now,

love's forlorn and as bitter as can be.

The whole world's a misery to me now,

love's forlorn and as bitter as can be.

My heart's been stolen

by a man made ugly by envy

by a man made evil by jealousy

a gleam in his eyes like the devil.

He doesn't see, doesn't hear, smoking his umpteenth cigarette,

and ordering his fifth beer. Some youth!

You're winding me up!

What kind of rubbish can such a lowlife be reading anyway?

Pornography, gory horror, thriller or an adventure story.

One beer.

Anyone with their heart in the right place goes to watch the game,

but His Highness here prefers to dawdle about.

If he was my son, I'd rip that ciggie outta his mouth!

That's terrible.

The lout's getting all snivelly!

That's because today's youth has no ideals whatsoever.

At his age I was already a footballer, alright.

Mertz, the famous centre-forward, fell near Lublin.

And instead of him, Karel Koželuh played centre, I was inside-left.

Once, Johnny Dick's waving a telegram right in my face, saying:

"You're in luck, the inside-right fell at Gorodenka, you'll play inside-left."

Ever since then I played together with Karel Koželuh.

- So you must've known Jimmy, eh? - The defender, played with Kuchynka?

Of course I did! That was his first name, though. What about his surname?

You can't know that, how could you. His name was Jimmy Ottaway.

Extraordinary player!

- And what about that Hauser fella? - Kannhäuser, you mean!

Nothing about him, nothing to say. Didn't join DFC till 1924.

Hey, you little waster!

- No one pokes fun at me! - You're not the only one in here!

Leave that for the field, lad!

I'd sort him out, but that sneak could easily call the cops on me!

Nothing like a good smack in the gob.

Sometimes the most efficient way to educate a youngster.

A girlfriend's betrayed me,

seduced my very own darling babe.

The world's a misery to me now...

The football pundits say that playing for Real's centre attack,

Pepi Bican would be our best choice.

Rubbish! Claptrap!

The only player in the world:

Karel Koželuh.

I played the inside-right next to him.

Today's folks have no idea about what football really is.