Awarded in the festival of Berlin 2005. Based on the literary masterpiece of the Hungarian, awarded with Nobel of literature 2002 for the same work, Imre Kertész.
The atmospheric photograph as well as the directional confrontation of the first timer Lajos Koltai lend in the film a particular, no absolutely violent, but simultaneously nor distinctly pure glance of concentration camps.
Distinguishable are the scenes where not with words but with the camera and the performances, the director attributes the martyrdom, the pain and the infelicity of people. Their desperate need to hang onto life with every way and every sacrifice. Risking even their life itself, no matter how oxymoron this is.
Many will simply say "another film about the same subject". Somehow I was thinking the same way when I went to watch it.. However -maybe it's to blaim the European production-it's a very particular, tender, adolescent and simultaneously so adult film. It is the glance of an adolescent that parts form his home without conscience of his religious identity, ending up to acquire an international passport. A passport with which no matter how many countries he visits, it will not be stamped or marked, because it was stamped indeliblily and deeply by the horror of the very need of survival. The very force and will for life.
Unfortunately as far as the performances of the protagonists are concerned I cannot write something because the projection of the film was dubbed and thus did not accomplish to indulge in this particular aspect of the film as long as, perhaps, it deserved. I will rectify reviewing it in its original language.
The tragedy is that ... the facts of the film are in fact a part of the History of human kind. Deplorable, abominating, instructive and I hope without possibility of repetition....