Whistling also has other resonances that Porumboiu allows us to ponder. Cristi - and maybe his commanders - have ambiguous identities and loyalties. They could be whistleblowers of a sort, revealing the secrets of their masters ( police officers mixed with criminals); and they are also snitches, singing like canaries. (The advantage of Gomera's whistling is that it sounds like birdsong to the uninitiated.)
The cast is totaly unknown but the result is good.
Porumboiu gives us a knotty, twisty, nifty plot which is quite involving but gets to hangs together well, and there is also an amusing juxtaposition of gloomy, rainy Bucharest and (on the contrary) the sunny terrain of La Gomera. We also get a neat and unexpected coda. An elegant and stylishly crafted piece of entertainme
Review of The Whistlers
