Vetre, pricaj sa mnom

It's strange that no one has written a review of this piece yet.

What accompanied me out of the cinema was the impressiveness and strength of parental love. Those from the person and character of grandma, in perhaps the best and most genuine scene, in the expression of her quiet and great sadness; and some of my own, observing the relationship between the main protagonist and his nephew with a childhood cut short too soon. These two moments give the film the greatest depth.

The fact that the scenes played, with the exception of some archive recordings of the mother, were allegedly filmed subsequently, is completely unbelievable to me in some parts because of their expressiveness. I don't know if this is a consequence of a special magic among the actors who are also family members, or a film lie.

The slow pace and unfinished hinted stories of some of the protagonists leave the impression of a lack of completeness (which may be intentional); but family love and empathy extend throughout the entire plot, and this is the greatest value of the film.

I don't want to give the film a rating, because it seems to me that impressions will vary considerably depending on the eye of the beholder, i.e. The personal experiences of a viewer.