The Lives of Others -- of which Kawasaki's Rose may remind you at times. Here in America, while we've had nothing quite like that (though we may have come, over the past decade, closer than we know), we have had our run-ins with political/personal betrayals during our Blacklist years of the "informing" 1950s, and this movie may have you, as it did me, thinking of Elia Kazan, whose name and work is back in the news/culture these days.
Lenka Vlasáková , below) has just had a bout with cancer (her scene in the doctor's office is wonderfully original -- giving us as much information about her character as it does the necessary exposition). Her father, a distinguished psychiatrist (played by Martin Huba, above), is about to be honored with a high award of the state for his life's work, as well as his role as a famous dissident under the Communist regime. His son-in-law, part of the documentary crew filming the family (and, it seems, vetting the shrink's bona fides), has some personal problems with this man, which soon impinge on his professional work.
Daniela Kolárová, above) that I've seen in some time. Heroes have feet (legs and torsos) of clay, and there's a trip to a foreign land that reaps surprising benefits. By the finale, with its incredibly moving and meaningful speech, we've come quite a distance. This is, in fact, an even better film that The Lives of Others because it relies less on melodrama and is more thoughtful and stringent.
Menemsha Films, opens this Wednesday, November 24, at Film Forum in New York City, and is, I suspect, a shoo-in for our Motion Picture Academy's shortlist and most probably a nomination as Best Foreign Language Film. (Divided We Fall was also a nominee.)