Harkittu murha

Branka Katic is a young photographer who, in Belgrade, during the war with Croatia, writes a book about her grandmother, a member of the Belgrade aristocracy at the end of World War II. In parallel, the story follows her love for a wounded man determined to return to the front and her grandmother's tensions between a former lover and a primitive Partisan officer who could save her stepfather and smooth her the transition to communism. The film, rather plausibly and realistically, shows the situation in Belgrade in the early nineties, the echoes of the horrors of war that reached Belgrade, as well as Partisan "occupation" of Belgrade half a century earlier. The story is simple and everyday, so charged with emotions that I was unable to objectively grasp the technical aspects of the film. This is one of those movies where objective quality is not so important, that overwhelms you on a much deeper, human level, and if you are at least a little bit of a movie-weeper like me, it's guaranteed to leave you in tears.

8/10