A Serbian Film (2010)
A movie (in)famous for its shocking and transgressive content before anything else. Let me preface that by saying that I've engaged with the art of film in all its different expressions for long enough that I'm past the point of being shocked, or indeed offended, by the content of a fictional movie. I might take offense with a movies ideology, but any depiction of a fictional baby being molested or a fictional man's eyesocket being penetrated (and yes, both of those are things that happen in Serbian Film) will never offend me the way many an allegedly family friendly's productions apologies for organizations like the CIA or various expressions of socially accepted bigotry will.
Personally, I think the most noble goal of film, or any art form, is the pursuit of beauty and awe as projected from its creators heart. That said, despite that personal point of view, I can respect, and to an extent appreciate, artists who explore ugliness and depravity within themselves and within society inside of a fictional framework. Which brings us to Srdan Spasojevic's A Serbian Film.
Serbian Film follows serbian porn actor Milos being offered a job for an amount of money great enough, we're told, to provide for his young family for the rest of their lives. Blinded by the promise of lasting financial security, he takes the offer from secretive producer Vukmir, introducing him to a world of pedophilia, necrophilia, snuff and incest. It's when Milos tries to escape from this world upon finding out what he's gotten himself into that the real cruelty starts.
Serbian Film sounds like an exploitation flick, and in most ways is, but there's a certain socially conscious ambition to it that it insists on. Forgoing the sleaze and grit of the American grindhouse, or the intimacy of french extremism, Serbian Film maintains a certain detachment from the vulgarity of its content. A lot of it is filmed like a Yorgos Lanthimos movie. It's infused not so much with the sensationalist thrills of a typical, hyper violent b-movie and more with an intense, but surprisingly calm, anger. Spasojevic has talked a great deal about how Serbian Film is meant to be understood as a satire on postwar Serbian culture and the serbian film industry. I don't know enough about either to make any conclusive statement on whether it succeeds as such, but its certainly attempting to be about something.
As a work of satire and social commentary, Serbian Film is about as subtle as a dick through the eye. At one point the movies antagonist, mad film director (with a background in child psychology and clandestine government work, of course) Vukmir monologues about how victimhood is produced and sold as a commodity world wide. The pornographic, and, as Vukmir would try to tell you, artistic framing of murder, torture, sexual violence to be sold to an wealthy international clientele is most likely not too exaggerated a depiction of what happens in pockets of unaccountable power in places like Saudi Arabia, North Korea, China, Russia, The United Stated and, yes probably even close to where you, the reader, or I, the writer, live. Family. Marriage. Notions of basic decency and compassion. All those are treated as boundaries to break, for the sake of breaking down man himself.
Despite Serbian Films fairly clearly articulated intentions and professional production values, I'm not really willing to give in to my impulses of calling it a good movie, by any critical standards. It's not exactly the crass display of bad taste and pointless provocation that some of its worst detractors make it out to be, but at the same time it doesn't really amount to all that much either. It all plays a bit too earnestly to really come together as a satire, which is kind of a shame, because I will admit that it managed to make me chuckle once in a while. At the same time, the drama is undercut by how indulgently graphic its violence gets. What's left is not quite here or there.
It's the directors first, and so far only, feature length movie and honestly, I don't think that comes as a surprise. It's not the sort of entrance that's gonna make you a lot of friends in the industry, or attract an especially large fanbase outside of gorehounds and exploitation movie weirdos, which, in this day and age, are a dying breed. There is some meaning to Serbian Film's excesses. Spasojevic definitely tries to air his frustrations about the state of eastern european sex work, about the state of film, about the things the rich and powerful get away with, about the desolation of his country following the Yugoslav War. I'm not even gonna dispute that the shock value it has needs to be there, it would have just needed a bit more actual, textual meat to make it count.
I would consider Serbian Film a promising start to a career, but here we are, 12 years later, and Spasojevic hasn't directed anything else so... you know, what career are we even talking about here? And I'm finding that a bit regretable, actually, because while I don't think it really was a good movie, at least at made me consider that he might have a good movie in him. There is a visual eye and a sense of righteous anger to it that begs to be refined into something a bit sharper, a bit more sophisticated. The reason the shock value overshadows the actual commentary of the movie in discourse is, plain and simple, that the shock value is conveyed a lot more skillfully. For what it is, A Serbian Film could have been worse. I also think it could have been better.