6.3/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.3/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Cham remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Look, Cham isn’t going to be everyone's cup of tea. If you want something that moves at a breakneck speed, look elsewhere. But if you’re the type of person who likes to sit with a film and let the atmosphere soak into your skin—or if you just really like old, grainy maritime dramas—you might actually find something to latch onto here.
It’s definitely not a popcorn flick. It feels more like a long, cold day spent leaning against a damp railing.
The whole thing has this odd, heavy stillness to it. There’s a scene about halfway through where the crew is just... standing around. Nothing is really happening. It lingers on faces for, I don’t know, maybe a solid minute too long? It feels awkward, like you’re intruding on someone’s quiet moment of regret.
Sometimes the silence feels heavy, and other times it just feels like the film forgot to cut to the next shot. Either way, it works if you’re in the right mood.
It reminds me a bit of the grit you find in Tseka komissar Mirostsenko, though they are totally different beasts. They both share that sense of characters being trapped by their own choices, even if the settings are worlds apart.
The performances are quiet. Tadeusz Ordeyg carries a lot of the weight without doing much acting at all, which is a neat trick. He just looks tired. I think we all look a bit like that on a Monday morning, don't we?
The film doesn't try to impress you. It doesn't have those big, sweeping "movie moments" where the music swells and you’re supposed to cry. It just exists. That’s why it works, I think. It’s imperfect, a bit clunky in the middle, and definitely doesn’t care if you’re bored. 🌊