Douglas Robinson12
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joined Jan 2009
The kids in this thing are total amateurs, obviously, but honestly? They’re better than most of our big-name Hollywood actors. Yeah, they can be a bit "wooden," but that’s not really the point. Even Bresson’s non-actors often come off as a bit stiff. These kids just feel more natural than a lot of those massive acting icons we see on screen all the time. I actually dig that "naivety" in their anti-acting style. It’s got that raw, effortless quality you’d find in early Slavko Stimac, like in Special Education ("Where is Violeta, old house"). There’s plenty of emotion there—you can't miss it—whether it’s the lead guy falling in love, his best friend’s jealousy channeled through some killer rapping, the kid's devotion to his mom and family, or even the humanity and lack of malice from the kidnappers... plus, the little bits of that classic regional humor and those tricks reminiscent of Emir Kusturica don't add much extra value to the movie anyway. The love and the drive to protect one's own (including that "corrupt" cop with a daughter and, of course, the wealthy guy whose kid was snatched) isn't shown through cheesy, over-the-top acting or those unmotivated "meltdowns" you see way too often with our mainstream stars; instead, it comes through small, everyday gestures. The middle stretch of the movie isn't "sloppy" at all—if anything, if it were sloppy, you could argue any Godard's or Wenders' movie is built similarly. The film has this naive playfulness and an honest sincerity that gives it real soul. The ending feels totally logical, especially regarding the kidnapping; it’s pretty much the only way it could have gone down. The whole scheme was doomed from the start, and for a man who has nothing left but his honor (the "mastermind" behind the plot, the cop played by Cvetkovic), suicide is the only path once that honor is stripped away. The young protagonist intuitively gets that, growing up way too fast during the few days the movie covers, but the rest of the country doesn't quite grasp it—especially not the modern versions of Boston, Chicago, or New York City, where a completely different set of (anti)values rules the day, leaving the characters' code of ethics as a distant memory. And as for that nonexistent debt owed by the late father? That’s basically the "micro-movie" element in North by Northwest—something intangible, something that isn't really there, serving purely as the engine for the plot. Hitch would have just called it a MacGuffin.