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Quo Vadis, Aida?

Dir. Jasmila Zbanic

War movies, almost by definition, tend towards either the macro or the micro: sweeping epics, or intimate confessions, but movies about war’s reverberations manage to be a bit of both. Jasmila Zbanic’s fact-based drama, about a UN translator, desperately trying to keep her husband and two sons from being taken by enemy troops during the Bosnian War, tells its harrowing story from the perspective of its protagonist, but always within the context of the thousands of other victims of Serbian strongman Slobodan Milošević.

The film also features a powerhouse performance from Jasna Djuricic as Aida, a Bosnian teacher, working as a translator for the combined UN forces under the auspices of Colonel Karremans (Johan Heldenbergh). When we first see them, the Colonel is formally meeting with the nervous mayor (Ermin Bravo) of Srebrenica, a small Bosnian city about to get swarmed over by Serbian troops. The Colonel assures him that the UN has issued an “ultimatum” to Serbian leaders about progressing any farther, or having to face a series of air strikes, wiping out their troops. The mayor, an anxious man, lets his feelings be known about the imminent danger facing his constituents, and demands some kind of promise from the Colonel. In response, the heavily mustachioed Karremans shrugs (“I’m just the piano player,” he says, very unreassuringly). The Mayor’s concerns prove entirely prophetic: The Serbs continue unabated, pouring into the outskirts of the city, and heavily bombing the place, while the terrified citizens head towards the only safe harbor they can: the UN-held encampment on the other edge of town.

Amongst those fleeing to the relative safety of the UN compound are Aida’s husband, Nihad (Izudin Bajrovic), and her two sons, college-aged Hamdija (Boris Ler), and high schooler Sejo (Dino Bajrovic). With many thousands left outside the compound gate, Aida manages to smuggle in her family, offering them at least a chance for safety. In this, she’s far luckier than most — throughout the film Srebrenicans, many of whom know her by name, implore her to help them in similar fashion — but it’s all she can do to keep her own family together.

Meanwhile, Srebrenica is taken over by the notorious Serbian General Mladic (here played by Boris Isakovic), an image-conscious sort of leader — he has a cameraman on him at all times, as a sort of personal documentor of his exploits — who quickly dispatches a bunch of troops to the UN site, where thousands of unprotected Bosnians wait for some sort of aid. Separating men from women and children, Mladic orders the latter whisked off to a faraway town in Bosnia, while systematically executing the men some 200 meters from the compound. Aida, in terror over her family, tries everything she can to keep them protected inside the UN facility, but when Colonel Karremans allows armed Serbians into the place (in order to “make certain” it’s not harboring any soldiers), things predictably fall into chaos.

If the film makes one point emphatically clear, it’s the toothless manner in which the UN (and, to be fair, much of the rest of the world) reacted to Serbian hostility, playing along and avoiding outright conflict — the promised airstrikes never happen, the Colonel is told because the UN “can’t afford to anger the Serbs” — and, in so doing, allowing Milošević’s troops to massacre and rape the Bosnians almost at will. Indeed, the UN’s utter uselessness is never better exemplified then when Mladic’s seasoned soldiers first arrive at the compound, and are met at the gate by a team of young, callow UN soldiers (mainly Dutchbats, without anywhere near the amount of firepower necessary to repel the Serbs), in sky-blue helmets, who, in their tank tops and khaki shorts, are no possible match against the grizzled forces before them. It’s like watching a group of camp counselors having to square off against the Huns.

Having exhausted all other methods of keeping her family from being expelled from the compound, and forced onto the waiting Serbian trucks, Aida literally gets down on her knees and begs a UN official to preserve them, but she is firmly denied (“We stick to the rules here,” he says, a statement so patently nonsensical, his mustache should catch fire). She watches helplessly as her family is pulled away from her and hustled onto a truck outside the compound.

It is that, coupled with growing sense of everyone else’s excruciating pantomime — for the benefit of either their legacy in history, or to protect their own conscience — that makes Zbanic’s film so gallingly effective. The General will claim no harm will come to civilians, when he knows full well he intends on massacring them; the Colonel will stand by his edict of following the rules, even as his world crashes all around him; and, the UN will make threats of force that they have no intention of carrying out. All of them denying the reality that is staring everyone in the face. In Zbanic’s film, it may be this sort of PR game for these world leaders, but not so for the ordinary citizens in these conflicts, who have to live with the grief and misery of these decisions for the rest of their lives.

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Recommendation of the week: Quo Vadis, Aida? (2020)

Dir.: Jasmila Žbanić

Cast.: Jasna Djuricic, Izudin Bajrovic, Boris Ler, Dino Bajrovic, Boris Isakovic.

Genre: War

Plot: Aida is a translator for the UN in the small town of Srebrenica. When the Serbian army takes over the town, her family is among the thousands of citizens looking for shelter in the UN camp.

Filmphilics score: 8/10

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Quo Vadis, Aida?

directed by Jasmila Žbanić, 2020

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Cirkus Columbia (Danis Tanović - 2010)

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Tickle Game

Tickle Game

Bendy, being the bored demon he was, ventured around the workshop for any ounce of fun. Whether it be messing around with Alice or watching the Searchers work, he always tried to keep himself entertained. However, those two things didn't intrigue him, not at all. He looked in a drawing room, then the animation room with the giant projector and the music room, only to be confused when he didn't see Alice or Boris around. "Hey! Guys! Where are ya!?" he shouted out. However, he half didn't expect an answer, at least, an answer of someone calling back. Instead, he got the answer of small giggling, it increasing. It sounded like Alice. Bendy smiled, it sounding like she was having fun! He sprinted towards the noise, coming up to the design. He heard Alice was laughing, Boris laughing as well, but not in the way Alice was. "Coochie coochie cooo~!" he sang. "Bohohohoris!! Hahahahaha!! Stahahahahahap!!" Bendy, confused, peered in, opening the door gently. He saw Boris was kneading Alice's sides, her bent over and squirming, a large smile on her face. He watched for a couple of minutes until Boris stopped, his eyes seeing Bendy. "Oh heya, Bendy!" Alice, panting, gave Bendy a gentle smile and nod before jumping on Boris, wiggling her fingers all over his belly. Boris couldn't help but let out a lovely stream of giggles, his feet kicking and his tail wagging. Bendy sat down and watched, smiling. After a few more minutes, Alice let off of Boris, leaving him in a heap of giggles. "Oh, did you need something, Bendy?" Alice wondered, seeing him seated. "Hm? Oh! No, I was just bored and saw you guys... doing something?" Bendy tipped his head. "What were you guys doing?" "Oh just a harmless tickle fight," she waved her hand. Boris sat up immediately. "Says the tickle snake herself," he muttered. Alice smirked and wiggled a finger in his bellybutton, making Boris squeal and recoil back. "... what's a tickle?" These words shocked Boris and Alice. He didn't know what tickling was? "... um... well tickling is... like making someone laugh!" "Ooh I like laughing!" Bendy gasped, kicking his feet back and forth. Then, an idea oozed into Alice's and Boris's heads. "Well you're in luck!" Boris announced, going towards him. "It's your turn!" Bendy let out an excited gasp as Boris picked him up. Bendy could already feel the excited feeling overwhelming his body. Alice went to him with her slender, delicate, wiggling fingers, Bendy smiling... then frowning. "This won't hurt, will i-eeeeheeheehee!!" Alice began combing her fingers up and down Bendy's side, making him squirm and laugh, shaking his head. "Gyeeheeheehee!! Aahahahahahahaha!!! W-wahahahahahait! Hahahahahaha!!! T-time out! Time ohohohohout!!" But the request fell on deaf ears as Boris lifted his arms with one hand. Then, with the other, he played around with Bendy's belly. Pressing into his bellybutton, wiggling his fingers on the poor demon's belly, and brushing his dull claws through his fur. Bendy hollered out, kicking his legs wildly. "Aaaah!! Naaahahahahahahaha!! N-naahahahahahat my belleeheeheeheehee!!" "Aw, is your tum tum too ticklish...?" Alice giggled, giving it gentle kisses and pecks. At each kiss, Bendy squealed as he grew a darker hue of red. Suddenly, he was flipped upside down, his shoes being taken off, but Bendy was panting too much to notice. With his bare feet now vulnerable, Boris dragged a finger across his sole, from his heel to the bottom of his toes. A scream escaped from Bendy's mouth, along with a harmonious stream of laughter. "Nngeeeeee!!! Hahahahahahaha!!! Naaaahahahahahahaha!!! P-pleeeheeehahahahahahahaha!!!" "Ooh does someone have some ticklish feet?" Alice teased, curling her fingers through his twitchy toes. He squealed loudly, tears falling on the floor as Bendy could do nothing but laugh and clutch his stomach and sides. Boris and Alice then stopped, knowing he had enough. They sat him down, Bendy shaking a sad look. "Wait, why'd you stop...?" "What do you mean?" Boris gave his tilted head. "I was having fun," Bendy pouted, crossing his arms. "Aww," Alice smiled, wiggling her finger gently on his belly, making him giggle. "Maybe you'll find another way to earn tickles. But for now, you need to rest up, we don't want you passing out on us." "Awww... okay," he reluctantly agreed. He stood up and went out, Alice and Boris already thinking of another tickle scheme in their heads.

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Cirkus Columbia (Danis Tanović - 2010)