“Not for the faint-hearted” was all I had to see to choose a
screening of The Whirlpool at CIFF 2013 over one of Oh Boy, a European Film
Award winning black-and-white comedy. I am naturally drawn to boundary pushing films
that can stick a wrench in my gut and effectively reinforce my bleak world-view.
The Serbian film directed by Bojan Vuk Kosovcevic failed to
adequately satisfy my cinematic appetite. However, I still remain in praise of
what it set out to do and how it attempts to accomplish just that, even though
I found the ending quite inconclusive and ambiguous. I couldn’t dismiss away such an
ambitious film that has so much going for it. But I wouldn’t deem it a success
either.
Bogdan gets by marching
to the beat of his own drum- breaking bottles, beating people up, starting shit
at a rock concert etc. The guy’s been given a new lease on life in the free world but he seems determined in pissing it away. Film-maker Bojan is most interested in how his character feels, that raw emotion seething underneath him. What Bogdan thinks, on the other hand, is irrelevant because he’s clearly sketched out as someone who acts on impulse, without delving into much thought. Why he is this way...I'm not entirely sure.
Bogdan is someone who could very easily serve as a catalyst for an explosive situation. We watch him, waiting for this explosive moment of finality. And when it comes, the authorities take him in, back to where he belongs. However, this climax is preceded by a flashback that seems to point to Bogdan’s inability to let go of a childhood history of parental abuse. What this means and how this ties up to the other two chapters in the film remain unknown, even at the end of the film. Bogdan is tossed out of The Whirlpool like a hot potato by film-maker Bojan.
Bogdan is someone who could very easily serve as a catalyst for an explosive situation. We watch him, waiting for this explosive moment of finality. And when it comes, the authorities take him in, back to where he belongs. However, this climax is preceded by a flashback that seems to point to Bogdan’s inability to let go of a childhood history of parental abuse. What this means and how this ties up to the other two chapters in the film remain unknown, even at the end of the film. Bogdan is tossed out of The Whirlpool like a hot potato by film-maker Bojan.
The next segment of the film is centred on Kale, a gangster
who, barring his girlfriend, shares nothing in common with Bogdan. He’s another guy living in the same crime world, but has his own life
trajectory, his own story. He, too, is an alpha-dog character, but one who is composed and restrained, much unlike Bogdan. It is this character attribute that allows him to
command respect. While Bogdan’s underlings feared him, Kale’s
respected him.
Kale’s share of troubles comes from his own inability to let go of
unsettled scores. He has an obsession with coming out on top and getting even, through every situation. He
seems imprisoned by internal torment when the scales aren’t tipping towards his end.
I would imagine surviving innumerable shoot-outs in the crime world to be something of
a blessing for a gangster, in addition to the perfect record that comes with it. But for Kale, it comes as a curse. People are afraid to accompany him on his hits because
they believe him to be bad luck. This is an interesting piece of detail. An
amusing, idiosyncratic conclusion that lends authenticity to the world Kale lives in, saying quite a bit about the people working with, or for, him. Nevertheless an
aspiring gangster lets this statistic slide to work with his hero. For him,
this is an opportunity; or rather a whirlpool of opportunities.
Nevertheless, Kale has a way out of this mess. He has an
uncle who offers to ship him and his girlfriend out of the country while
offering them protection along the way. But Kale isn’t finished yet. He has to
avenge a dead friend and cannot retire from the crime world in peace without
performing such a rite. That his uncle is making such an accommodation doesn’t
seem like one that deserves just as much an accommodation on his part. And so,
he makes one last-ditch attempt that winds him up in a massive shoot-out. This
is the most exciting scene sequence in the film, largely because of the groovy
music underscoring it.
While Kale does come out on top, further reinforcing the superstition built around him, he cannot walk away. He is further dragged into the whirlpool of
violence when he realizes that a friend has betrayed him. And now, he cannot leave until he gets
even with this guy too. It becomes apparent now, the whirlpool film-maker Bojan is
referring to. Is it the desire to settle scores? Is he referring to avoiding an
emotional spiral?
Bogdan channelized his deep-seated anger for his father everywhere else while Kale is simply incapable of walking away from a situation without coming out on top. That Kale meets his end in the most tragic and unfortunate manner is a testament to the film-maker’s empathy, something he seemed to feel very little of for Bogdan. Much unlike the case of Bogdan, you find yourself easily able to identify with Kale and are both interested and invested in what becomes of him.
Bogdan channelized his deep-seated anger for his father everywhere else while Kale is simply incapable of walking away from a situation without coming out on top. That Kale meets his end in the most tragic and unfortunate manner is a testament to the film-maker’s empathy, something he seemed to feel very little of for Bogdan. Much unlike the case of Bogdan, you find yourself easily able to identify with Kale and are both interested and invested in what becomes of him.
The Whirlpool has reached its crescendo and from here, the
film only manages to detract from what Bojan has achieved thus far. The final
act, the least compelling of the three, revolves around Grof, an eccentric
street artist working on a painting he calls The Whirlpool. He gets distracted
by a scuffle, involves himself and ends up being chased by a herd of ruffians. This chase somehow culminates with him being driven away by the police. He is interrogated by a
sexually frustrated policewoman who makes sexual advances on him before
handing him over to another male officer. Grof is ordered to paint a horse and
then mount it, which he sincerely attempts to do. This, apparently, is comedy.
After all of this goofiness, we’re expected to take Grof and his
feelings seriously. We’re expected to empathize with him when we want to
dismiss him. As if the bizarre shift to comedy wasn’t enough of a downer.
And so, it
turns out that Grof is haunted by a dark past. Traumatic memories of him
trapped in enemy territory during war amongst the dead (and suffering) come to
the surface. A flashback shows a dying friend explaining to Grof that the only way to
escape the clutches of a whirlpool would be to allow it to drag you down to the
bottom and then swim out of it. Fighting a whirlpool as it drags you down will
only strengthen its grasp.
This is a nice way to guide the viewer to the point of it
all. To that message which Bojan has chosen to
express through The Whirlpool. Unlike Bogdan and Kale, Grof allows himself to
feel and process his pain fully. He’s not trying to come out on top. He’s not
attempting to direct his anger elsewhere. Instead, he lets himself be sucked
into the void inside of him caused by anger, grief, empathy and sadness. He
channelizes all of his emotion into his artwork, The Whirlpool. And when he’s
finished, he finally lets go of his traumatic past.
If not for the director verbally spelling it out for me at
the film festival, I doubt I’d have chanced upon this connecting thread holding
the film’s three segments together. And without that, I wouldn’t have seen the
point of a film that clearly has a purpose to be served. I remember
abruptly encountering the credits and being left unanswered by the very
questions raised by the film. The message seems to have gotten lost along the way.
The three segments work wonderfully in their own individual regards but fail to add up conclusively to a cohesive whole. This is why I believe Bojan wasn’t entirely successful in this ambitious endeavour.
The three segments work wonderfully in their own individual regards but fail to add up conclusively to a cohesive whole. This is why I believe Bojan wasn’t entirely successful in this ambitious endeavour.
THE WHIRLPOOL: SCARS OF WARS AND DEPRIVATIONS
ReplyDeleteBY PRADIP BISWAS, THE INDIAN EXPRESS NEWSPAPERS, INDIA
JURY MEMBER INTERNATIONAL FILMFESTIVAL OF INDIA AND FRIBOURG INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL,
44TH INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL OF INDIA, 2013
The director Bojan Kosovcevic is talent but with a huge promise. In his second film he focuses on Belgrade in the second half of the 1990s: The war has not yet directly hit the city though, but its emotional traumas, cruel rage, violence and terminations of common people have reached the perilous fringe. Spanning 48 hours and pinning on intersecting stories of three childhood friends who grew together on the city’s mean streets with a new hope and freedom, how they are thrown into perennial despair is highlighted in the film.
Bojan Vuk Kosovcevic’s debut feature is a reflection of effective vision of hell on the home-front. Not for the fancy of stirring heart, “The Whirlpool” shows sharp and rampant destructions of state’s welfare that provides catharsis, as spiraling anger and despair hit viewers into a widening chasm. Outside the Balkans, it will mainly travel festivals to earn its efficacy.
The first installment in this three-part-film of agony, titled “The Roots of Hatred,” centers on Bogdan , leader of a skinhead gang who casually terrorizes anybody different. At first seeming more rational than his confreres, Bogdan has a run-in with old flame Mira that somehow promises salvation. When she rejects him in favor of her present boyfriend, Kale the precarious survivor of crime-family wipeouts, drags Bogdan deeper into explosive anger, his insane inner self explodes and escalating with each of his unprovoked attacks. Flashbacks to his physically abusive father indicates less the root cause of his problems than his ultimate destiny. “Twilight of the Gods” picks up the story of Mira’s lover, Kale, whose disturbed existence takes on a legendary quality as, against enormous odds, his quest to avenge dead gang members leaves him the last man standing in all shootouts. As with Bogdan, the miraculous vision of a better life briefly materializes only to herald a final deception. The entire states is drowned in a WHIRLPOOL, inescapable sucking the nation into stasis.
Then comes “The Whirlpool.” As Grof explains to the ghost of his comrade-in-arms “Once caught in a whirlpool, you must sink to the bottom where it is weakest in order to break out.” Kosovcevic’s characters spin around each other in a void, the promise of any connection tenuous at best. In this crazy inferno of a city, the director never allows his stories to intersect significantly; instead, he arranges short snippets of previous scenes, shot from different angles, set off minor shockwaves as seemingly separate worlds colliding in a stark reality. Bojan seems to announce there is no hope for revival of the state unless the masses take it on themselves to retrieve it.
This is bold political film with a small caveat that it is togetherness that save us and not otherwise. A remarkable work from a young talent. Let Bojan grow with more creativity.
THE WHIRLPOOL: SCARS OF WARS AND DEPRIVATIONS
ReplyDeleteBY PRADIP BISWAS, THE INDIAN EXPRESS NEWSPAPERS, INDIA
JURY MEMBER INTERNATIONAL FILMFESTIVAL OF INDIA AND FRIBOURG INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL,
44TH INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL OF INDIA, 2013
The director Bojan Kosovcevic is talent but with a huge promise. In his second film he focuses on Belgrade in the second half of the 1990s: The war has not yet directly hit the city though, but its emotional traumas, cruel rage, violence and terminations of common people have reached the perilous fringe. Spanning 48 hours and pinning on intersecting stories of three childhood friends who grew together on the city’s mean streets with a new hope and freedom, how they are thrown into perennial despair is highlighted in the film.
Bojan Vuk Kosovcevic’s debut feature is a reflection of effective vision of hell on the home-front. Not for the fancy of stirring heart, “The Whirlpool” shows sharp and rampant destructions of state’s welfare that provides catharsis, as spiraling anger and despair hit viewers into a widening chasm. Outside the Balkans, it will mainly travel festivals to earn its efficacy.
The first installment in this three-part-film of agony, titled “The Roots of Hatred,” centers on Bogdan , leader of a skinhead gang who casually terrorizes anybody different. At first seeming more rational than his confreres, Bogdan has a run-in with old flame Mira that somehow promises salvation. When she rejects him in favor of her present boyfriend, Kale the precarious survivor of crime-family wipeouts, drags Bogdan deeper into explosive anger, his insane inner self explodes and escalating with each of his unprovoked attacks. Flashbacks to his physically abusive father indicates less the root cause of his problems than his ultimate destiny. “Twilight of the Gods” picks up the story of Mira’s lover, Kale, whose disturbed existence takes on a legendary quality as, against enormous odds, his quest to avenge dead gang members leaves him the last man standing in all shootouts. As with Bogdan, the miraculous vision of a better life briefly materializes only to herald a final deception. The entire states is drowned in a WHIRLPOOL, inescapable sucking the nation into stasis.
Then comes “The Whirlpool.” As Grof explains to the ghost of his comrade-in-arms “Once caught in a whirlpool, you must sink to the bottom where it is weakest in order to break out.” Kosovcevic’s characters spin around each other in a void, the promise of any connection tenuous at best. In this crazy inferno of a city, the director never allows his stories to intersect significantly; instead, he arranges short snippets of previous scenes, shot from different angles, set off minor shockwaves as seemingly separate worlds colliding in a stark reality. Bojan seems to announce there is no hope for revival of the state unless the masses take it on themselves to retrieve it.
This is bold political film with a small caveat that it is togetherness that save us and not otherwise. A remarkable work from a young talent. Let Bojan grow with more creativity.
THE WHIRLPOOL: SCARS OF WARS AND DEPRIVATIONS
ReplyDeleteBY PRADIP BISWAS, THE INDIAN EXPRESS NEWSPAPERS, INDIA
JURY MEMBER INTERNATIONAL FILMFESTIVAL OF INDIA AND FRIBOURG INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL,
44TH INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL OF INDIA, 2013
The director Bojan Kosovcevic is talent but with a huge promise. In his second film he focuses on Belgrade in the second half of the 1990s: The war has not yet directly hit the city though, but its emotional traumas, cruel rage, violence and terminations of common people have reached the perilous fringe. Spanning 48 hours and pinning on intersecting stories of three childhood friends who grew together on the city’s mean streets with a new hope and freedom, how they are thrown into perennial despair is highlighted in the film.
Bojan Vuk Kosovcevic’s debut feature is a reflection of effective vision of hell on the home-front. Not for the fancy of stirring heart, “The Whirlpool” shows sharp and rampant destructions of state’s welfare that provides catharsis, as spiraling anger and despair hit viewers into a widening chasm. Outside the Balkans, it will mainly travel festivals to earn its efficacy.
The first installment in this three-part-film of agony, titled “The Roots of Hatred,” centers on Bogdan , leader of a skinhead gang who casually terrorizes anybody different. At first seeming more rational than his confreres, Bogdan has a run-in with old flame Mira that somehow promises salvation. When she rejects him in favor of her present boyfriend, Kale the precarious survivor of crime-family wipeouts, drags Bogdan deeper into explosive anger, his insane inner self explodes and escalating with each of his unprovoked attacks. Flashbacks to his physically abusive father indicates less the root cause of his problems than his ultimate destiny. “Twilight of the Gods” picks up the story of Mira’s lover, Kale, whose disturbed existence takes on a legendary quality as, against enormous odds, his quest to avenge dead gang members leaves him the last man standing in all shootouts. As with Bogdan, the miraculous vision of a better life briefly materializes only to herald a final deception. The entire states is drowned in a WHIRLPOOL, inescapable sucking the nation into stasis.
Then comes “The Whirlpool.” As Grof explains to the ghost of his comrade-in-arms “Once caught in a whirlpool, you must sink to the bottom where it is weakest in order to break out.” Kosovcevic’s characters spin around each other in a void, the promise of any connection tenuous at best. In this crazy inferno of a city, the director never allows his stories to intersect significantly; instead, he arranges short snippets of previous scenes, shot from different angles, set off minor shockwaves as seemingly separate worlds colliding in a stark reality. Bojan seems to announce there is no hope for revival of the state unless the masses take it on themselves to retrieve it.
This is bold political film with a small caveat that it is togetherness that save us and not otherwise. A remarkable work from a young talent. Let Bojan grow with more creativity.
THE WHIRLPOOL: SCARS OF WARS AND DEPRIVATIONS
ReplyDeleteBY PRADIP BISWAS, THE INDIAN EXPRESS NEWSPAPERS, INDIA
JURY MEMBER INTERNATIONAL FILMFESTIVAL OF INDIA AND FRIBOURG INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL,
44TH INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL OF INDIA, 2013
The director Bojan Kosovcevic is talent but with a huge promise. In his second film he focuses on Belgrade in the second half of the 1990s: The war has not yet directly hit the city though, but its emotional traumas, cruel rage, violence and terminations of common people have reached the perilous fringe. Spanning 48 hours and pinning on intersecting stories of three childhood friends who grew together on the city’s mean streets with a new hope and freedom, how they are thrown into perennial despair is highlighted in the film.
Bojan Vuk Kosovcevic’s debut feature is a reflection of effective vision of hell on the home-front. Not for the fancy of stirring heart, “The Whirlpool” shows sharp and rampant destructions of state’s welfare that provides catharsis, as spiraling anger and despair hit viewers into a widening chasm. Outside the Balkans, it will mainly travel festivals to earn its efficacy.
The first installment in this three-part-film of agony, titled “The Roots of Hatred,” centers on Bogdan , leader of a skinhead gang who casually terrorizes anybody different. At first seeming more rational than his confreres, Bogdan has a run-in with old flame Mira that somehow promises salvation. When she rejects him in favor of her present boyfriend, Kale the precarious survivor of crime-family wipeouts, drags Bogdan deeper into explosive anger, his insane inner self explodes and escalating with each of his unprovoked attacks. Flashbacks to his physically abusive father indicates less the root cause of his problems than his ultimate destiny. “Twilight of the Gods” picks up the story of Mira’s lover, Kale, whose disturbed existence takes on a legendary quality as, against enormous odds, his quest to avenge dead gang members leaves him the last man standing in all shootouts. As with Bogdan, the miraculous vision of a better life briefly materializes only to herald a final deception. The entire states is drowned in a WHIRLPOOL, inescapable sucking the nation into stasis.
Then comes “The Whirlpool.” As Grof explains to the ghost of his comrade-in-arms “Once caught in a whirlpool, you must sink to the bottom where it is weakest in order to break out.” Kosovcevic’s characters spin around each other in a void, the promise of any connection tenuous at best. In this crazy inferno of a city, the director never allows his stories to intersect significantly; instead, he arranges short snippets of previous scenes, shot from different angles, set off minor shockwaves as seemingly separate worlds colliding in a stark reality. Bojan seems to announce there is no hope for revival of the state unless the masses take it on themselves to retrieve it.
This is bold political film with a small caveat that it is togetherness that save us and not otherwise. A remarkable work from a young talent. Let Bojan grow with more creativity.
THE WHIRLPOOL: SCARS OF WARS AND DEPRIVATIONS
ReplyDeleteBY PRADIP BISWAS, THE INDIAN EXPRESS NEWSPAPERS, INDIA
JURY MEMBER INTERNATIONAL FILMFESTIVAL OF INDIA AND FRIBOURG INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL,
44TH INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL OF INDIA, 2013
The director Bojan Kosovcevic is talent but with a huge promise. In his second film he focuses on Belgrade in the second half of the 1990s: The war has not yet directly hit the city though, but its emotional traumas, cruel rage, violence and terminations of common people have reached the perilous fringe. Spanning 48 hours and pinning on intersecting stories of three childhood friends who grew together on the city’s mean streets with a new hope and freedom, how they are thrown into perennial despair is highlighted in the film.
Bojan Vuk Kosovcevic’s debut feature is a reflection of effective vision of hell on the home-front. Not for the fancy of stirring heart, “The Whirlpool” shows sharp and rampant destructions of state’s welfare that provides catharsis, as spiraling anger and despair hit viewers into a widening chasm. Outside the Balkans, it will mainly travel festivals to earn its efficacy.
The first installment in this three-part-film of agony, titled “The Roots of Hatred,” centers on Bogdan , leader of a skinhead gang who casually terrorizes anybody different. At first seeming more rational than his confreres, Bogdan has a run-in with old flame Mira that somehow promises salvation. When she rejects him in favor of her present boyfriend, Kale the precarious survivor of crime-family wipeouts, drags Bogdan deeper into explosive anger, his insane inner self explodes and escalating with each of his unprovoked attacks. Flashbacks to his physically abusive father indicates less the root cause of his problems than his ultimate destiny. “Twilight of the Gods” picks up the story of Mira’s lover, Kale, whose disturbed existence takes on a legendary quality as, against enormous odds, his quest to avenge dead gang members leaves him the last man standing in all shootouts. As with Bogdan, the miraculous vision of a better life briefly materializes only to herald a final deception. The entire states is drowned in a WHIRLPOOL, inescapable sucking the nation into stasis.
Then comes “The Whirlpool.” As Grof explains to the ghost of his comrade-in-arms “Once caught in a whirlpool, you must sink to the bottom where it is weakest in order to break out.” Kosovcevic’s characters spin around each other in a void, the promise of any connection tenuous at best. In this crazy inferno of a city, the director never allows his stories to intersect significantly; instead, he arranges short snippets of previous scenes, shot from different angles, set off minor shockwaves as seemingly separate worlds colliding in a stark reality. Bojan seems to announce there is no hope for revival of the state unless the masses take it on themselves to retrieve it.
This is bold political film with a small caveat that it is togetherness that save us and not otherwise. A remarkable work from a young talent. Let Bojan grow with more creativity.
THE WHIRLPOOL: SCARS OF WARS AND DEPRIVATIONS
ReplyDeleteBY PRADIP BISWAS, THE INDIAN EXPRESS NEWSPAPERS, INDIA
JURY MEMBER INTERNATIONAL FILMFESTIVAL OF INDIA AND FRIBOURG INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL,
44TH INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL OF INDIA, 2013
The director Bojan Kosovcevic is talent but with a huge promise. In his second film he focuses on Belgrade in the second half of the 1990s: The war has not yet directly hit the city though, but its emotional traumas, cruel rage, violence and terminations of common people have reached the perilous fringe. Spanning 48 hours and pinning on intersecting stories of three childhood friends who grew together on the city’s mean streets with a new hope and freedom, how they are thrown into perennial despair is highlighted in the film.
Bojan Vuk Kosovcevic’s debut feature is a reflection of effective vision of hell on the home-front. Not for the fancy of stirring heart, “The Whirlpool” shows sharp and rampant destructions of state’s welfare that provides catharsis, as spiraling anger and despair hit viewers into a widening chasm. Outside the Balkans, it will mainly travel festivals to earn its efficacy.
The first installment in this three-part-film of agony, titled “The Roots of Hatred,” centers on Bogdan , leader of a skinhead gang who casually terrorizes anybody different. At first seeming more rational than his confreres, Bogdan has a run-in with old flame Mira that somehow promises salvation. When she rejects him in favor of her present boyfriend, Kale the precarious survivor of crime-family wipeouts, drags Bogdan deeper into explosive anger, his insane inner self explodes and escalating with each of his unprovoked attacks. Flashbacks to his physically abusive father indicates less the root cause of his problems than his ultimate destiny. “Twilight of the Gods” picks up the story of Mira’s lover, Kale, whose disturbed existence takes on a legendary quality as, against enormous odds, his quest to avenge dead gang members leaves him the last man standing in all shootouts. As with Bogdan, the miraculous vision of a better life briefly materializes only to herald a final deception. The entire states is drowned in a WHIRLPOOL, inescapable sucking the nation into stasis.
Then comes “The Whirlpool.” As Grof explains to the ghost of his comrade-in-arms “Once caught in a whirlpool, you must sink to the bottom where it is weakest in order to break out.” Kosovcevic’s characters spin around each other in a void, the promise of any connection tenuous at best. In this crazy inferno of a city, the director never allows his stories to intersect significantly; instead, he arranges short snippets of previous scenes, shot from different angles, set off minor shockwaves as seemingly separate worlds colliding in a stark reality. Bojan seems to announce there is no hope for revival of the state unless the masses take it on themselves to retrieve it.
This is bold political film with a small caveat that it is togetherness that save us and not otherwise. A remarkable work from a young talent. Let Bojan grow with more creativity.
THE WHIRLPOOL: SCARS OF WARS AND DEPRIVATIONS
ReplyDeleteBY PRADIP BISWAS, THE INDIAN EXPRESS NEWSPAPERS, INDIA
JURY MEMBER INTERNATIONAL FILMFESTIVAL OF INDIA AND FRIBOURG INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL,
44TH INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL OF INDIA, 2013
The director Bojan Kosovcevic is talent but with a huge promise. In his second film he focuses on Belgrade in the second half of the 1990s: The war has not yet directly hit the city though, but its emotional traumas, cruel rage, violence and terminations of common people have reached the perilous fringe. Spanning 48 hours and pinning on intersecting stories of three childhood friends who grew together on the city’s mean streets with a new hope and freedom, how they are thrown into perennial despair is highlighted in the film.
Bojan Vuk Kosovcevic’s debut feature is a reflection of effective vision of hell on the home-front. Not for the fancy of stirring heart, “The Whirlpool” shows sharp and rampant destructions of state’s welfare that provides catharsis, as spiraling anger and despair hit viewers into a widening chasm. Outside the Balkans, it will mainly travel festivals to earn its efficacy.
The first installment in this three-part-film of agony, titled “The Roots of Hatred,” centers on Bogdan , leader of a skinhead gang who casually terrorizes anybody different. At first seeming more rational than his confreres, Bogdan has a run-in with old flame Mira that somehow promises salvation. When she rejects him in favor of her present boyfriend, Kale the precarious survivor of crime-family wipeouts, drags Bogdan deeper into explosive anger, his insane inner self explodes and escalating with each of his unprovoked attacks. Flashbacks to his physically abusive father indicates less the root cause of his problems than his ultimate destiny. “Twilight of the Gods” picks up the story of Mira’s lover, Kale, whose disturbed existence takes on a legendary quality as, against enormous odds, his quest to avenge dead gang members leaves him the last man standing in all shootouts. As with Bogdan, the miraculous vision of a better life briefly materializes only to herald a final deception. The entire states is drowned in a WHIRLPOOL, inescapable sucking the nation into stasis.
Then comes “The Whirlpool.” As Grof explains to the ghost of his comrade-in-arms “Once caught in a whirlpool, you must sink to the bottom where it is weakest in order to break out.” Kosovcevic’s characters spin around each other in a void, the promise of any connection tenuous at best. In this crazy inferno of a city, the director never allows his stories to intersect significantly; instead, he arranges short snippets of previous scenes, shot from different angles, set off minor shockwaves as seemingly separate worlds colliding in a stark reality. Bojan seems to announce there is no hope for revival of the state unless the masses take it on themselves to retrieve it.
This is bold political film with a small caveat that it is togetherness that save us and not otherwise. A remarkable work from a young talent. Let Bojan grow with more creativity.