For fans of… Hotel Rwanda; The Tree of Life; Birdman; Enter the Void; I Am Cuba; Fox News; The Daily Mail
Country: The Netherlands ♦ Year: 2014 ♦ Dir: Morgan Knibbe ♦ 74 minutes
Why Should I Watch it?
Unless you’ve been living under a rock these past few years, or perhaps have turned off your television sets and burnt your newspapers, you may have seen that there are great many people in the world for whom home is too dangerous. For all the media hoo-ha and all the politicians scaring and barricading borders, many of us cannot see the woods through the trees, the human beings through the headlines. Today I implore you my friend to seek out this artful documentary, which for 74 short minutes lets you into the lives of a handful of these very real people in very real circumstances. If you enjoyed the poetic, sweeping cinematography of Birdman, Enter the Void, I Am Cuba or The Tree of Life, see it now applied in a totally unexpected but fitting way. Drones aren’t just for spying.
But what’s it about?
Here we have a rare beast: a documentary framed by a reconstruction. After a man drowns in the Mediterranean, his soul visits the refugees who struggle to exist on the edge of Europe.
The Local Point of View
Ah, here is where my favourite little section falls apart, for what is local anyway? A border drawn between people by old men many years ago. Here we have the perspective of the film’s cast, the unfortunate millions who are fleeing war and persecution in countries such as Syria, Iraq and Eritrea. As I write this from my bedroom in Belgrade, ten minutes away hundreds of families are trapped in the rain on park benches or beneath overpasses, hoping to reach a safe environment for their children to grow up in, or a temporary shelter until they can return home to rebuild their lives. From their arrival in Italy, Greece or Albania, should they survive the stormy sea crossings, they face an impossibly long wait in purgatory.
For folk in Europe (or, come to think of it, the rest of our wondrous world), we’ve grown hardened and indifferent from year upon year of crafty media hyperbole, shameful scaremongering and politicians twisting us this way and that. My friend, I have seen prejudice spring up like daisies. If you’re reading this from a Western country, most likely you are living on the riches earned from the geopolitical games that have contributed to the conflict and dictatorships these everyday folk face. Watch, my friends, please. Imagine yourself in that boat, your sister rummaging those bins, your mother in that blanket.
And what is this Language?
Mostly Arabic, but in reality there’s a whole host of worldly voices, from Bengali to Tigrigna, Greek to Farsi, Italian to Wolof.