Death in Sarajevo (2016) User Reviews

Hotel Europa and the Specter of History and Hatred

[Blue-Grotto · 7/10 · 14 October 2016]

One person in the name of hate, has brought about more than one major war. From World War I to the recent genocide, the Balkans have their fair share of such malevolent individuals. This specter of history and hatred is on display in the modern day Hotel Europa of Sarajevo as a European Union delegation arrives, an unhappy and unpaid hotel workforce prepares to strike, and a network broadcasts a heated political discussion from the roof of the building. Sparks fly between different factions on personal, regional and global levels. Instead of helping others, they do everything to make each other's lives miserable. The hotel owner, unable to pay bills, turns to darker elements within himself as well as the hotel, to try to maintain order. People treat each other as objects to use for their own selfish goals. Violence has been with the region for so long, yet can they find a way beyond it?

Death in Sarajevo includes some fascinating conversations and differing views on the Balkans from the World War One assassination of Franz Ferdinand and his wife, to the present day. This local perspective on such conflicts, in the native tongue, is not something that is readily available in North America, or even on the world wide web, so it is all the more valuable here. The acting, plot and settings are limited and restrained, yet the subject of the story makes up for these absences. Seen at the 2016 Toronto International Film Festival. Prizewinner at Berlin Film Festival.

a lot of basement but no depth

[D-C-S-Turner · 2/10 · 14 April 2016]

Tanovic is a skilled director, as he showed in no-mans-land, but all the characters here were about as subtle as characters in...a play by a French intellectual, like Bernard Henri-Levy, who makes David Hare seem like Shakespeare. The film was vaguely engrossing but as soon as it finished - and it seemed to finish when it ought to get going - one was aware of how weak it was. There was far too much didactic-ism on the one hand and far too much pandering to a non-Balkan audience's image of a Balkan world of gangsters, prostitutes, money-lenders and all round violence. I am supposed to write at least 10 lines about this but god knows why as it isn't really worth two lines of comment. I can't believe the guardian gave it 4 stars (well, I can)

Life and Death in Sarajevo's Hotel Europa

[sarajevo-2 · 10/10 · 18 August 2016]

As preparations are made for the commemoration of the 100th anniversary of the death of Archduke Ferdinand in Sarajevo, the Hotel Europa prepares for a big EU event. But all is not well in the Hotel Europa, as all is not well in Bosnia Herzegovina or in modern Europe. The staff haven't been paid for 2 months and are planning to strike, the manager can't get the hotel's loan extended, a French actor rehearses his speech - a mixture of passion and pretension about the failure of Europe - in the presidential suite, while interviews about Bosnia's turbulent history and troubled present are being carried out on the roof. The only people seeming to do well are the thuggish owner of the stripper and gambling club in the basement and his cronies.

Lamija, the head receptionist, click-clacks through the hotel in her high heels, from the labyrinthine basement, where her mother works in the laundry and her one-night-stand from the previous night in the kitchen, to the reception, offices and hotel rooms. She is the heart of the movie, connected to the different players, trying to keep control while everything unravels around her, and she finally unravels as well. The camera tracks her from behind or the side, until a scene toward the end when she is betrayed, when we see her face on in full light, a revelation of a woman becoming undone.

On the rooftop, the guests being interviewed give a nuanced analysis of Bosnia-Herzegovina's situation, which were fascinating to me, but could be too complicated for those who aren't familiar with the history, until the final interviewee, a Serbian nationalist called Gavrilo Princip after the assassin, provokes a heated response from the journalist doing the interviews. As they bluntly state their views, the interaction moves from hostility to almost a mutual seduction - beautifully showing the ambivalent feelings of the the region.

The film deals with big issues in a completely human way, with sympathy, humor, balance and depth. The camera-work is fabulous, as is all the acting. I was enthralled throughout.

Contemporary drama set in the "strife torn" Balkans.

[Mozjoukine · 8 June 2016]

Prestige offering from the Serb film industry fits right into the film festival mold.

The account of Balkan history they jam in (complete with caption on the genuine academic being interviewed) is the most interesting element with showing Izudin Bajrovic's failing luxury hotel, the camera snaking through it's corridors and spaces with concierge Vidovic, coming in second. The personal stories aren't bad but the everybody fails ending is a bit of a downer.

Vice to see Jacques Weber getting top billing. Muted greenish colour gets by.

Did I see the same film as everyone else here?

[nick94965 · 1/10 · 13 November 2016]

After reading the other reviews on this page, I am seriously baffled as to how the other writers can give the film such a high rating. Everything about this film was like a trip to the dentist -- I know it's good for me, but very painful to have to sit through.

Since I gather that the purpose of the film is to present the history of the Serbian conflict in the form of entertainment, the filmmakers choose to use a semi-documentary/hybrid form, somewhat disjointed, as the scenes of the TV Reporter constantly interrupt the more emotional and engaging story of the hotel employees planning to strike.

The momentum of the story of the impeding strike is further disrupted by the droning rehearsal of a boring bore of a boar, a government official rehearsing his impossibly tedious speech, which is seen in an overhead spy cam.

In addition, the scenes of the hotel staff are inevitably shot from behind the characters as they walk along the endless hallways and the story is spelled out in relentless dribble that varies from deep personal observations to hostile confrontations. (The technique is reminiscent of "Elephant" by Gus Van Sant, and gives it an additional level of distance from the emotional aspect of the story.) In one horrible scene, shown in long shot, a leader of the strike is beaten into submission by a couple of hired thugs, which is highly symbolic of the overall theme.

By utilizing the various formats, the filmmakers have accomplished a kind of Brecht-ian distancing from the actual events and enabled a kind of "objective" reporting of the facts. We are never told who to sympathize with, and not presented with any moral conclusions. Yet there is an attempt to show a culture that is forever doomed to repeat it's own past mistakes. However, like a dose of bitter medicine, just because it's good for you doesn't mean you have to swallow it whole.

Our house

[Karl Self · 8/10 · 2 April 2017]

Although I thought "No Man's Land" was way overrated, and even though I was skeptical about "Smrt u Sarajevu" being based on a play by French philosophy superstar BHL (Bernard-Henri Lévy), I found this movie to be captivating, surprising, poignant and insightful.

Inside the (really existing) Hotel Europa in Sarajevo, several narrative strings unfold simultaneously. While preparations are underway to commemorate the shooting of Franz Ferdinand and his wife in 1914, which triggered the First World War, on the roof there are talking head interviews by a TV station, an important French actor arrives to rehearse his role, the hotel manager has to deal with an impending strike which would push his house into certain bankruptcy, while in the cellar a mafia figure is running a seedy but profitable night club, and he is making the hotel manager an offer he can't refuse.

This is ultimately a movie about the Yugoslaw wars and the siege of Sarajevo, a subject which surprisingly many films have failed to deal with. "Death in Sarajevo" is a rare exception.

Public and private eruptions at anniversary of WW I origin.

[maurice_yacowar · 9/10 · 6 February 2017]

The film is based on French philosopher Bernard-Henri Levy's play, Hotel Europe. In the film, a production of that Levy play is briefly seen on a TV screen. It's one of the events commemorating the anniversary of the assassination of the Archduke Ferdinand which launched WW I, which launched the century of bloody international warfare, which continues where we are today.

As the film cites its origin — the play — it establishes the theme of the present containing the past, our inability to start completely afresh but instead reviving past responses, past failures.

Similarly, the radical interviewed on TV here, who gets killed at the end, bears the name of Ferdinand's assassin. While he shares some of his namesake's fervour and even politics, his murder is completely unjustified. He's killed by a coked-up security guard who was irritated by his wife's insistence on buying a new sofa they can't afford. Thus a small human quirk can inflect a large current in human history.

The film's key phrase is "hysterical dualism" — the radical's observation that every event in the Bosnia-Serbia history has two radically opposed versions. In one the assassin heroically killed an occupier, in the other a terrorist ended peace.

So too Hotel Europe. The big event's host is facing a workers' strike because they haven't been paid for two months. One strike leader is beaten up and his successor, a woman who spent 30 years in the laundry, is abducted The management runs a crooked gambling game in the basement. So too the larger Europe for which that hotel is a microcosm.

In "hysterical dualism" history has been replaced by hysteria. Madness pervades. The irrational has swept into the vacuum created by the abandonment of reason, principle, morality. Nationalism supplants humanity. If the film finds in its setting hotel a representation of the violent and abusive politics of contemporary Europe, North America can't feel complacent. Not since Trump's election.

The film's most respectable characters are the elegant hotel employee Lamija and the French dignitary who retires to his room to rehearse his speech. We don't know if he's a politician or an actor — for that seems no longer a pertinent distinction. He does have a strong political awareness and articulateness, however, but it's isolated, restricted to his shuttered room, cut off from the human turmoil in the hotel beyond.

Lamija is the manager's devoted, efficient worker, until he fires her to punish her mother's political engagement. When she returns to beg him to help find her he molests her. Her cries of "No, no" are heard by her co-worker outside the door, an earnest suitor whose finances leave him living with his parents. Here he has a chance to save his lady fair but he retreats. The poor can't afford to be noble — except that Lamija's mother tries. If the governors feel no responsibility to their workers, the workers themselves have abandoned each other out of selfish concern. Practical, but selfish.

This action unfurls in a carefully graduated theatre. There is the idea of a Bosnian anniversary of the assassination, introduced by a TV interview, i.e. an event already mediated by a medium. Then there are those public events, including a session of international political figures, the Levy play production and the Frenchman's speech. Then there is the hotel which will house the dignitaries but with a false appearance of stability and security. Then there is the workers' suffering and revolt, churning away in the hotel's labyrinthine wings, offstage. And at the most human level there are the stories of individual needs, desires, passions and failures, the dramas unseen in the political calculations but often key determinants of the history that sweeps over and away human lives.