I don’t want to go into too much detail about any of the events which transpire within, because I feel that doing so would directly lower my worth as a human being. It’s just thoughtless, artless stamping, for no purpose other than being able to turn to the stunned onlookers, arms outstretched, drenched in offal. But for what? There’s no point to any of it, no message or moral. A Serbian Film is a foul, stinking corpse of a movie, and Spasojevi? is kicking the s**t out of it. Beating a dead horse in the fervent hope that its twitching carcass will offer some semblance of life isn’t commenting it’s just battering a dead animal. If you can’t identify what the work is a criticism of, it isn’t a criticism of anything.
There is undoubtedly room in this medium for tackling morally and ethically questionable topics in the pursuit of artistic commentary, but you can’t just say that’s what you’re doing.
I don’t think he knows why his film exists any more than I do. That this man believes hilarity exists within or indeed anywhere near A Serbian Film is particularly telling. Even the title is, supposedly, “A metaphor for our national cinema – boring, predictable and altogether unintentionally hilarious”.
#A SERBIAN FILM FULL MOVIE#
Speaking of which, Spasojevi? would have you believe that A Serbian Film is actually a political allegory on the sad state of post-Milosevic Serbian society, and the condition of the movie industry within that nation. There have been war crimes tribunals based on less atrocious acts. The only thing more horrifying than the fact I saw A Serbian Film is that I was able to see it in the first place that someone actually thought of it and committed it to film. There is s**t on display here that transcends any kind of depravity I’ve ever seen in filmmaking before, and I say that as someone who sat through all three Human Centipede movies (and even kind of enjoyed the first one). While I would never elect to attack the man personally, questions must be raised about his character. I suppose the only explanation is that there really is something wrong with me.Ī Serbian Film is the first feature-length production from Serbian director Sr?an Spasojevi?. I cannot fathom a single justifiable reason for A Serbian Film’s continued existence. Not to the medium, to genre fans, to the human race in general – not in any conceivable way. I know for a definitive fact that not a single second or frame in that hour and a half could be deemed as valuable to anything. What I couldn’t make a case for is A Serbian Film being worth it. I could make a case for both of those, and I probably should.
#A SERBIAN FILM FULL PROFESSIONAL#
Perhaps it was morbid curiosity or even some misplaced sense of professional pride. The more prevalent question is why each time I realized that I was making a mistake did I still turn the thing back on?
I don’t know why I started watching A Serbian Film, I don’t know why I didn’t stop until it was over , I don’t know why I’m writing about it now, and I don’t know what I would have done with those ninety minutes if I had a different career which didn’t compel me to do these things.
I thought I did, but now I’m really not sure. I think it was possibly the third of these instances when I asked, loudly to the empty room, “What the f**k am I doing with my life?” There were four separate moments between the opening and closing credits where I simply turned the thing off four individual points where my brain kicked back in, my senses returned, and I realised what I was doing. I usually make jokes in these things, and I can’t even summon the will to do that. But watching A Serbian Film is one of the worst mistakes I’ve made in a long time. I’m not shy or ashamed about any of this, because it’s a fundamental part of growing up and being a human being. I haven’t necessarily made the decisions I should have, and often the ones I have made have proved to be incorrect for all involved. Over the past twenty-six years I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life.
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