Many of the things that I love about this film are personal - the characters were my age in 1981, the music is the music I listened to, and two of my best friends in high school were Serbian. When we saw this film at a UCLA festival in 1988 with their parents, I'll never forget after the credits rolled, and their mom stood up and slapped them. It hit a bit too close to home for her.
A medical student gets hit in the head by his girlfriend, a blow that unleashes his inner punk rocker. Like other films of this era, this one perfectly captures this unbottled angst. The film itself is thrown in your face gently, with a lo-fi background of old phones, tape players and late '70s tech that seems nostalgic now, but at the time was groundbreaking in exploring how music was liberating young people around the world, even in Yugoslavia. It hints at subjects like gender-identity and sexual equality that did not really surface until a decade later.
It's also, incidentally, an excellent compendium of music from the New Wave/post-punk scene in Yugoslavia at this time.
A medical student gets hit in the head by his girlfriend, a blow that unleashes his inner punk rocker. Like other films of this era, this one perfectly captures this unbottled angst. The film itself is thrown in your face gently, with a lo-fi background of old phones, tape players and late '70s tech that seems nostalgic now, but at the time was groundbreaking in exploring how music was liberating young people around the world, even in Yugoslavia. It hints at subjects like gender-identity and sexual equality that did not really surface until a decade later.
It's also, incidentally, an excellent compendium of music from the New Wave/post-punk scene in Yugoslavia at this time.