Facerea lumii

adaptation of an Eugen Barbu novel, for me it was a special film. first, for the admirable manner to show a lost Romania, subject of fascination in the gray last decade of Ceaușescu regime. than, for the great work of Colea Răutu, Irina Petrescu and Liviu Ciulei. not the last, for the status of well known story, because the case of my grandparents was not real different by the situation of Manicatide. result of political command, it is saved by the bitter poetry of the fall of a world and about the science of director to propose more than a Manichean confrontation between the old and the new times. and this is the basic virtue for see it. with the risk, defining each Romanian film behind 1990, to not understand the nuances of a story who, out of clichés, remains a very subtle way to say the truth across stereotypes and sketches of characters.

after years, important is only the cast. Clody Bertola,Liviu Ciulei, Colea Răutu, Irina Petrescu. and memories about a time like a bulldozer. a clear, precise film. about changes of Romanian society, love, illusions and fight against past of communism. few beautiful images. few memorable moments. and force of acting. film of a period, subtle form of propaganda, it remains an important meeting. in the skin of same atmosphere - profound - subtle - boring in some measure, with gray dialogs, it can be a relic. or seed of memories. it is difficult to say if it is a good film because it remains part of a period sensitivity. but, in same time, it is more than a picture of lost circle. it is invitation to a trip in heart of different perception of reality. or, just, a refuge.

Contrary to what has been said, Rãutu has some properly speaking valuable roles in cinema; the one that comes to mind is "Pintea",in Iliu's masterpiece;but there are also others.Rãutu was a good, good, highly gifted actor. A few of his roles stand up in the debacle of the Romanian cinema of his times. Excellently endowed for cinema, he was nonetheless the victim of attempts to make him a Romanian version of Bronson, Palance or another fashionable tough guy and villain. Quite on the contrary,he was an actor of a Gabinian type, meant for low—key, restrained performances (though, of course, he mastered the eccentric roles as well …).Rãutu also attempted to make some career as a singer (in the French line of chansons singers).

Yet on the other hand,Rãutu was obviously superior to what he was allowed to make in cinema. He was much better than his roles.His movie career was,by large,a wasted one,and Rãutu an underused actor. But I want to put up something else here; I have seen a TV interview with Rãutu—and what was almost immediately striking was his intelligence and tact, his finely articulated mind—the fruit of a lifelong experience and of native intelligence. I have found him to be deprived of the antics and histrionics that pollute the public appearances of the majority of the actors. I enjoyed his talk that came from a highly differentiated mind; he said some bitter, painful things about his childhood and adolescence, bitter, bitter things.His words had a depth and a particular ring of truth that spoke of the quality of a very fine mind.