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Luminously photographed by Marius Panduru in the now unfashionable Academy ratio, Romanian director Radu Jude's superb new movie "Scarred Hearts" is based on the writings of Max Blecher and deals with the time he spent in a sanatorium on the Black Sea. The year is 1937 and Blecher's alter-ego is Emanuel, suffering from Pott's Disease, a form of TB. Though not an asylum, the hospital is something of a madhouse. Operations are performed with the minimum of anaesthetic, if any, and the doctors have no qualms in telling the largely manhandled patients exactly what's wrong with them and everything, including sex between the patients, seems to be permitted. Emanuel suffers more than most but bears it all stoically, even managing to fall in love with a former patient, and there is a good deal of humour in the film. Lucian Teodor Rus, making his screen debut, is excellent as Emanuel, even if he does spend most of the film on his back and Serban Pavlu is superb as his doctor. I'm sure for many people a two and a half hour film about illness might seem something of an endurance test but Jude makes even the grimmest passages seem somehow life-affirming. A wonderful picture.

Scarred Hearts is based on a novel of the same name written by acclaimed Romanian writer Max Blecher. The book and film are largely biographical; between 1935 and his tragically death in 1938 at the age of 28 Blecher spent his days in and out of several hospitals due to spinal tuberculosis. Despite this, Emanuel (Rus), Blecher's analog, is determined to live his life to the fullest, escaping into books, periodicals and bawdy conversations between the patients and nurses that occupy his sea side hospital. While all this is going on Emanuel falls for the enigmatic Solange (Mladenovic), whose becomes a fixture at the hospital, despite not being a nurse or patient.

This is the basic premise of the story, and anyone going in with little knowledge of Romanian New Wave cinema may walk in assuming Scarred Hearts is going to be a My Left Foot () type cinematic exercise. The kind of exercise that nowadays feels like a vanity project for Oscar hopefuls crossing their fingers and hoping this might be their year.

Yet Scarred Hearts isn't really that kind of movie. The story is almost entirely from the perspective of Emanuel but so much of the film is shot with an almost clinical distance. Only twice are we given a close-up of our protagonist's face and both times they are in times of emotional or physical distress. Otherwise the camera sets itself in the corner of a room and waits for the denizens of the hospital to populate the screen and walk across our stagnant panorama.

It's an interesting choice, and it doesn't really work given most of the characters are bedridden or somewhere close to it. There are times when placement of the camera almost feels uncomfortably voyeuristic. What this kind of distance does do is it allows the ensemble to truly interact with each other in meaningful ways. Emanuel goes through his own existential crisis but if you're not really into where the script is taking you, there are many smaller stories hidden within the frames besides one's struggle for meaning.

It's Altman-esque only with an unmistakably Eastern European flavor. As the film and its characters fill their respective groves, politics is then suddenly inserted into the text just to see what happens (this is the 1930's after all). Suddenly the people you have been following around and caring about prove at the very least naïve at the prospect of world war. Emanuel seems especially naïve, being unable to feel the subtle shift in the room once he's outted as a Jewish Romanian. It's noteworthy to mention that Blecher never saw the full brutality of Nazism in his lifetime. Likewise the film never treads that path - nor should it given the insular nature of the hospital.

It's that insularity that ultimately allows Emanuel and Solange's relationship to take shape. Shot with surprising color and vibrancy, Scarred Hearts provides a unique perspective of permanent hospitalization and terminal illness. One in which the pain and suffering ascribed to the situation coexists with the beauty of the human spirit.

the first word - it is a beautiful film. or a different one by the Romanians movies from the last decade.it reminds, in strange manner, by "Aferim". because it represents a biography in the middle of large slice of history. fragments of events, the sufferance, the love, the words and the spirit of youth in dialogues/monologues looking to discover the real essence of reality. and, sure, the not so bad job of Lucian Teodor Rus- he gives a character fragile, interesting, unreal, and the only problem is the difficulty to feel his sufferance out of physical scenes. for an admirer of Max Blecher universe, it is a decent film. a reasonable exploration of body and life and dreams, need of the other and end of illusion. about hospital air, Kafka influence, use of old rules of Romanian cinema for rebuild a world.sure, clichés and mannerism in large dose. the conclusion - the work of Max Blecher is not the best choice for adaptations. so, this is a decent try.