Let’s not kid ourselves – dying is one of the more unpleasant things we have to cope with in life. Not to mention broken hazard lights, lampless light bulbs, fractious spouses, and a sister-in-law who can never find her mobile phone when she wants to leave the house (at last). Comfort comes in the form of a wonderful relationship with the mother-in-law that is based on mutual disregard, a well-run household in which books have taken over all the rooms, and an old dog with whom you’re competing about who will be the first to kick the bucket …
Dum spiro spero, to quote Cicero: while I breathe, I hope. But breathing can be a bit tricky when you have only twenty percent lung volume left, like Pero Kvesić. With a declining trend. The basic sound of this film (besides Kvesić’s Jew’s harp) is his wheezing as he moves through his shrinking universe, camera at the ready. Kvesić, who wrote countless novels, but also scripts for documentary and animation films, documents his decline with a sure sense of rhythm and detail. Without mawkishness, laconic and with the pitch-black, deadpan sense of humour with which people in the Balkans face death and other terrible diseases. It’s about dignity, self-determination and the next cigarette. Maybe breathing is overrated. And maybe we hope while we laugh?
Grit Lemke
Nominated for MDR Film Prize