Vinko Brešan achieved broad popularity for his two comedies
Kako je počeo rat na mom otoku and
Maršal. Today we got a chance to watch his first «serious» film, 2003's
Svjedoci (based on the novel
Ovce od gipsa by Jurica Pavičić, and the first film on which Vinko Brešan did not collaborate with his father, the great comic novelist Ivo Brešan), at Boston's
Museum of Fine Arts.
Much of the discussion of the film has had to do with its political orientation, as an instance of
Croatian artists examining war crimes committed by Croats.
Drax points out that it was controversial for that reason even while it was being filmed. I like the
description of the film by Mima Simić and Iva Radat as «carefully treading the minefield of responsibility and emphasizing the humanity of both sides.» This is the «crime story» of the film, not much of a mystery in the details: a botched bombing lands a group of reservists in trouble. As the effort to cover it up comes to involve a greater number of institutions, the emotional ties between the participants break it apart.
The author of the novel on which the film is based is more modest about its political implications, though.
Jurica Pavičić characterizes it as a
«description of the social, mental and whatever other kind of reality there is here.» This is the level on which the film really succeeds. A team of outstanding actors subtly shows the conflicting pressures that work on the characters, refusing to let the «good» ones be overly good, the «bad» ones be one-dimensionally bad, or any of the familiar stories about war and ethnicity take front stage. The worst ones find themselves paralyzed by their own doubts and by guilt, and the best are overpowered by their own weaknesses. The honesty and complexity of the story is foreshadowed in the opening sequence, showing different sets of cars heading in different directions through Karlovac, each of them with a purpose connected to that of the others, but with their drivers unaware of this and never noticing one another. There are
critics (like Jakov Kosanović in
Slobodna Dalmacija) who see the final scene as over the top and too formulaic for the narrative. Without giving anything away to the people who have not seen the film, I would disagree — its symbolism suggests that easy conclusions cost an arm and a leg.
I am inclined to agree with Andjelo Jurkas
who says that that the film
«functions perfectly» The film did get a
review in the Boston Globe which isn't much, but is mildly amusing for its overly literal translations.
Pamela Biénbozas wrote an interesting observation of the film's psychological dimensions for FIPRESCI. For a review from someone who didn't like it, try
Jesus Quintana. Have a look at
Dnevnik's interview and
Cross Radio's interview with Brešan if you like. For a nice overview of recent films from the region, this
analysis by Andrew James Horton may be interesting.
