20 March 2012 | IgBar
Definitely not for kvass patriots
I found out about this movie from an article in one of the notorious Russian tabloids. The article was oozing bile condemning "traitors" from the Ministry of Culture who gave 50 million rubles to the triumvirate of producers from Germany, Russia and Ukraine. The author claimed that the film was a pack of lies and that it insulted the "true patriots" and so on and so forth. After the article came the readers' comments and it is an easy guess what the tone of the majority of those was... I felt very sad because I had to admit that the Soviet and, later, Russian propaganda works, and works splendidly. The people have completely lost the ability to think for themselves, to look for alternative information, and to analyze it. They won't even listen to the truth roared directly into their ears. The avalanche of truth that came down on them in the beginning of perestroyka only made them cover their ears and pretend that nothing had happened in the history that could have overturned their little cozy cabin made of lies and self-deception. And the point is not even that the story behind the movie is true or false, it might well be both, but that the audience is not prepared to accept ANYTHING but the depiction of the glorious red army soldiers saving desperate children and housewives from the murderous hands of the Nazis. That they did, of course, no doubt about it, but there was other truth as well, and mountains of it... 4 Tage im Mai tries to uncover just a little bit of that truth hidden beneath a heavy pack of glossy posters of inculpable red army liberators. But any grown man should be wise enough to understand that the world and all that's in it is not just black and white, and the human history has been demonstrating this since its beginning. Watch this movie and decide for yourself if you want to believe it, but don't fail to understand that it is about hard reconciliation and toilsome forgiveness, and that's why it is not inviting to pick sides. Once my granddad's sister, an ethnic German who was born in Russia (and paid for it), told me a story. Her downstairs neighbor, a decorated war veteran, came to her apartment drunk and in tears and confessed that during the war he had never pointed his rifle at any nazi, but had killed tens of his fellow soldiers who tried to flee from the battlefield, overwhelmed by the superior enemy numbers. He served in SMERSH. I wish the director of this movie would make a film about that.