There is a tendency among film critics today to praise the intentions of directors, especially when the director is from a part of the world that has seen much bloodshed and cruelty. And more so when the causes are recent and the director is young and is brimming with humanity. But the quality of film making does not rest on these things. The result of such a tendency here is to react to the intention and not the result. The story is simple. A group of Bosnian woman are forced to live alone and do their best to survive as their men folk have all gone off to fight and not returned. They make plum jam. A lot of it. And hard work of it. In an early scene, one woman is seen struggling to pull a great big plastic box full of plums up a hill. It showed how tough these girls are. Audiences will ask 'where's the wheel barrow?' This would have proved how bright they are. But no. Relentlessly the 32 year old director pours his heart out over the struggle Bosnian widow women go through. Busy cutting and no real focus on any one woman leads to a collective protagonist that never ever works. Then a couple of Serbs (the bad guys) turn up and for reasons I can not imagine, want to buy the village. But it is going to snow soon. And
well. Plum loco.
Review of Snijeg
