Jasmila Zbanic’s gut-wrenching drama shows the various ways in which war can inflict casualties long after the guns themselves have gone silent. With cameras rolling between scenes of domestic anxiety and wide-angled views of a city rising from the ruins (shot appropriately enough in the dead of Winter) this is not so much a political polemic but rather a film about women, its male figures relegated to minor, often violent roles but both trying in their own way to put the past to rest: some try emigrating, some try rewriting their memories, and others haunt the morgues looking for a familiar face disinterred from yet another mass grave. Against this backdrop the strained bond between mother and daughter comes to represent a greater schism in a society where past atrocities can still inflict trauma upon the living. An engrossing film whose emotional punch belies its modest budget.
the after-life of the horrors of war. a spoiled daughter of a single mother comes to a rude awakening.
I was born in that country
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