What a surprisingly entertaining film. I loved the verbal exchanges between the Serbian and Bosnian soldiers. They acted like a married couple. Two men (actually 3) in a trench—the trench of life, desperately trying to survive (the marriage), doing everything they can to infuriate the other, never taking responsibility for the problems (“you started it, no you started it”) blaming each other, blaming each other’s families (aka their respective countries) kissing and making up (so to speak), and making sure neither one gets anything in the end.
Although the dialogue between them is simplistic, it is chocked full of thought-provoking reality. I loved it when each of them had the opportunity to say, “Because I have a gun and you don’t.” Isn’t this so indicative of how war works? It never really ends; the outcome just goes, each time, to the side with the most power at any given moment.
Cera, lying there with a mine under him, represents the idea that conflict and war are a constant threats. Cera never moves. He also never dies—at least not in front of us.
And what’s the world around the war doing? “There’s nothing I can do without a decision of the UN General Assembly.” (I’m not sure what this guy’s rank was.) Other typical remarks were, “I have to get permission from my superiors.” and “We now have a simple new system in force” that will take care of this matter. (Yeah, right.)
The end of the movie reveals lies, lies, and more political lies. They carry off a dead body, thinly masking the fact that the bomb-clad soldier is still in the trench. I was really disappointed by Ms. Livingston when the videographer asked her if she wanted him to film the trench at the end. “No,” she said. “A trench is a trench.”
Indeed, the film depicts the absurdity of war, but also the absurdity of life when we don’t try to live in peace or create a peaceful environment around us.