Some of you have already heard of this film. Some of you might know a few things about what happens. One or two of you might have even seen it already. To the rest of you: I envy your ignorance.
The first true horror film.
Milos is a retired porn star living with his wife and young son. Money is tight, and when he gets a call from an old friend about an offer to come out of retirement he decides to take the job, especially after being offered enough cash to support his family for life. Unfortunately for Milos, as he gets further down the rabbit hole he regrets that decision more and more.
This is not a film you watch. This is a film you endure. I have sat through a lot of unpleasant movies over the years (some of them just in the last eight weeks of this project) but this is the first film I wish I hadn’t seen at all. The words “good” or “bad” don’t apply here, other than to the technical aspect of the production. The shots are in focus, the sound is clear, the actors are all believable in their roles, and the special effects are convincing. In that sense, it is a “good” film. It has been produced to a high technical standard. But I don’t want it in my head any more.
This isn’t really a film at all; it is a howl of rage and anguish against the state of the world we live in. For every second of his running time, director and co-writer Srdjan Spasojevic is making his point about who we are and what we do, which is that we are all being exploited. Whether it’s by our governments, our employers, our “ruling classes” or whoever, we are being taken advantage of to the point where it’s unclear if we are even human beings, or just cattle. He is saying that from the moment we are born until the moment we die – and even beyond – we are fucked. In order to throw this message at us so there can be no misunderstanding, Spasojevic elects to show it literally.
In the five-word part of this review, I called A Serbian Film the first true horror film. I mean that in the purest sense. This film should horrify you. This film is meant to horrify you. With a movie such as this, it’s not for me to tell you to watch it or not to watch it. If you think you can handle it by all means go ahead, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. I suppose I should find it reassuring that something can provoke this reaction in me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go have a bath and watch some Pingu.
My apologies for the lack of visual aids today. I didn’t want to go looking for any stills from this movie.