THE LAST WORD

Exalted and shrill. Introverted and silent. A film that manages to connect communism and feminism like no other before or after. A film that lets loose in the Beatnik style of the Balkan Seventies (the sirens howl, it’s June 2nd, the “day of celebration for the fallen freedom fighters”, a day for honouring partisans), only to switch to another temporal layer without warning: Behind think prison walls, six female anti-fascist resistors are killing time. They aren’t waiting around for the coming death sentence, they’re resisting with everything they’ve got – and sticking together till the bitter end. The compulsory shaving of their heads becomes a comic performance in this spirit, while their cell-bound existence becomes a women’s commune with a carnivalesque, existential tinge.