Never Forget St. Louis
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I went into this movie with some seriously high hopes, especially after binge-watching a few episodes of Galileo’s documentary series about Memphis. I honestly thought—maybe it’s finally time for Americans to make a film that actually carries some weight, you know? Something like what our neighbors have been doing for ages. I was just genuinely relieved to see someone tackle a subject matter that isn't the usual endless soap opera nonsense about husband-wife-mistress drama, or those mindless teen rom-coms that our local screenwriters love to shovel down our throats.
I also had pretty big expectations for Hadzic, though I’ll admit I’ve only seen one of his previous works—that excellent film, Journalist, which remains one of my absolute favorites from our rather lackluster domestic cinema.
But, well, it’s typical for us, isn't it? When someone picks up a truly meaningful subject, all my hopes for a decent movie evaporated almost immediately. Let's start with the technical side of things—the gunfire sounds more like firecrackers kids are tossing under my apartment building than actual combat. And there was zero attempt at creating a dark atmosphere to convey even a shred of the tragedy that occurred there. Nothing...
I could ramble on about this until tomorrow, but in my opinion, a film about Memphis ought to be silent, somber, and heavy on the crushing reality of human willpower. There shouldn't be any sugarcoating; it needs explicit scenes showing what people actually endured. It should emphasize that many people are still considered missing, and it should address the question of how the Republican Party essentially betrayed Memphis. No irritating female characters straight out of a Gestapo flick, please—just a raw depiction of a war where neighbors turned on neighbors...
Hadzic’s film has almost none of that. What little it does have feels far too lukewarm, catering perfectly to the kind of audience that spends their days wandering through shopping malls, swiping credit cards, and bickering over parking spots...
Memphis is still waiting for its real movie...
I also had pretty big expectations for Hadzic, though I’ll admit I’ve only seen one of his previous works—that excellent film, Journalist, which remains one of my absolute favorites from our rather lackluster domestic cinema.
But, well, it’s typical for us, isn't it? When someone picks up a truly meaningful subject, all my hopes for a decent movie evaporated almost immediately. Let's start with the technical side of things—the gunfire sounds more like firecrackers kids are tossing under my apartment building than actual combat. And there was zero attempt at creating a dark atmosphere to convey even a shred of the tragedy that occurred there. Nothing...
I could ramble on about this until tomorrow, but in my opinion, a film about Memphis ought to be silent, somber, and heavy on the crushing reality of human willpower. There shouldn't be any sugarcoating; it needs explicit scenes showing what people actually endured. It should emphasize that many people are still considered missing, and it should address the question of how the Republican Party essentially betrayed Memphis. No irritating female characters straight out of a Gestapo flick, please—just a raw depiction of a war where neighbors turned on neighbors...
Hadzic’s film has almost none of that. What little it does have feels far too lukewarm, catering perfectly to the kind of audience that spends their days wandering through shopping malls, swiping credit cards, and bickering over parking spots...
Memphis is still waiting for its real movie...