4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days aka 4 Luni, 3
Saptamani si 2 Zile, written and directed by Cristian Mungiu
A different
version of this note and thoughts on other books are available at:
- https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLEVa4_CsRStSBBDo4uJWT8BSWtTTn0N1E
and http://realini.blogspot.ro/
This is the
winner of what I consider as the most prestigious award that a film can win:
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The Palme d’Or in 2007
There are
obviously a multitude of other prizes, even if the Academy Awards members have
proved again that they often make mistakes:
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One of the best films ever has not
been even nominated
-
It was on the list of nominees for
the Golden Globe for Foreign Film, but lost to The Bell and the Butterfly
It is a
tense drama that is hard to watch.
Especially once
you learn that it is all true and the horror was shared, it was not just an
isolated event that happened to Gabriela and her friend Otilia.
I must
confess here that it happened to my girlfriend- I was about to say it happened
to me, but I was a bystander.
The suffering
was not mine, even if the responsibility was more on my shoulders- I guess, and
the abortion was an ordeal.
In the
communist regime, they needed all the workers that could be born and so
abortion was a serious offence.
Not on
moral or religious grounds, just because the lunatics in power and especially
the Crazy Big Brother did not have any qualms about keeping the population
hungry, in cold, brain washed and living in conditions specific to the middle
ages, as long as they could use all these men and women as a sort of cannon
fodder in their stupid ideological battles with the “enemies of the people”,
capitalists and “exploiters of workers”.
This film presents
an accurate image of the system, with the suffering of pregnant young women and
the horror involved.
But it is
not just about an extreme form of “family planning that has gone terribly
wrong, with an unwanted and unborn baby”.
We can see
in this exceptional movie the harsh, cruel reality of the corruption, meanness,
selfishness and brutality that fester in tyrannies.
The doctor
that comes to perform a rather primitive sort of abortion is a brute that may
be a clone of Dr. Strangelove from
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Dr. Strangelove or How I Learned to
Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb
Vlad Ivanov,
one of the best actors in the world today- who has been involved in probably
the best film of 2016- Toni Erdmann-is brilliant in the role of this repugnant,
heinous “so called doctor” that represents a creation of the system.
He would do
anything for the money, or as it turns out other acts that bring him despicable
pleasure, but the girls do not have what he wants.
Gabriela is
pregnant, has asked around for the name of this monster and the money needed
for the abortion.
But once
the abortionist is in the room of the hotel, he starts a litany of accusations
and incriminations, unhappy that it was the friend who came to see him, it is
not the hotel he had wanted and finally- the pregnancy stage.
Given that
we are talking about 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days, this is so far advanced that
the crime has an even more severe penalty and the criminal is looking at long
years, up to ten in a communist prison.
So he wants
more money and it is evident that they do not have it, since they were
complaining about the bill for the hotel room and they stated that they had
3,000 and had to take out of the supposed abortion cost…
The man
starts cursing and showing his true colors, repeating words like fuck, penis,
you take me for a fool and who the fuck do you think I am to go ahead with this
for this money…it is years in prison for me…and on and on
The girls
promise that they will have the money in a few days, but they beg him to
perform the procedure- which is basically inserting a sort of tube in the
vagina, a really dangerous and antique way to do this- now, since they have to
pay a lot of money for the hotel room and they will get the money together…promise!
The wise
guy will hear no more and is ready to pack and leave and if that friend said 3,000
for this stage…well, let her do it then!
This is one
of the most horrible dialogues and scenes in movie history, at least from where
I see it and I mean magnificently written and rendered by Cristian Mungiu and
his superb cast.
On a side
note, I see the fabulous director every other week or so, given that my
daughter is at the same Lycee Francais where Mungiu has his child or children.
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