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I had an impression of the film Poor Girl shortly after the year 2000 when I first saw that famous poster by Martin Frič. The combination of the perfectly magical face of Marwille and the demon of the big city was almost hypnotic. And while not even 20 years had passed, I had the opportunity to confront my impression with the actual film. As the classic says, patience is a virtue. Today, I'm feeling great, I can revel in five whole films from the Marwille era under Frič's direction, both silent and sound. Is it any surprise then that I don't find a speck of anything to criticize in Poor Girl? Few cinematic dreams offer such an individualized tale to delight. This one offers one of the best-photographed couples - Marwille in the arms of Rubík, which is a great asset in and of itself. Poor Girl moves, titillates, and excites us. In the end, it is impossible to even draw in breath. A mere recommendation is nothing. Harmony is above everything. (11.08.2017)