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Film review: Four Minutes by Kraus

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Film review: Four Minutes by Kraus

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I saw it Saturday and it's still making me think about it, which in my book is the mark of a great film, as opposed to good films that you enjoy but soon forget. And yet I only watched it because I hadn't read the reviews (those I read afterwards weren't of the kind that encourage me to watch a film) so now I feel compelled to review it myself.

An old uptight woman gives piano lessons to the inmates of a women's prison. One of her pupils is very talented, but also has a (self-)destructive streak a mile wide. The film is funny and a few lines ("Sind Sie locker?") are on their way to becoming common phrases in this household.

What could have been a nice little family-compatible scenario about redemption through music is, however, much more complex. The piano, and the relationship each of the two main protagonists share with it, is linked to their own disfunctionality more than anything else. They don't use music to grow out of their madness and into regular social interaction, it's their music that made them incapable of interacting normally in the first place.

Why did the teacher give up her own budding career as a pianist many years ago? We learn about the context of her decision during the film but are never inside her head.

Why is the inmate in jail in the first place? We hear two contradicting stories, but neither she nor her teacher ever say which one they believe to be the truth.

The last four minutes, which give the film its name, are climatic on more than one aspect, but they still don't resolve anything. They give us enough elements to decide for ourselves whether the ending is a happy one. There is a curtsy, and the curtain falls. And yet the curtsy turns out to be as haunting as the opening images of the film are compelling.

Go see it for yourselves.
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