Radu Jude turns the screws on a wry guilt trip in Kontinental '25
It's as subtle as a comedy about a woman making a destitute man's suicide all about her can be.
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One of two films from prolific Romanian provocateur Radu Jude to hit festivals last year, alongside the AI-punchlined Dracula, Kontinental ’25 is by far more the visually restrained effort of the pair, without any less bite than his bloodthirsty impaling of lazy filmmaking shortcuts. Compared to the sweeping, ungainly, verbosely titled satires that helped put Jude on the international map—films like Bad Luck Banging Or Loony Porn and Do Not Expect Too Much From The End Of The World—Kontinental ’25 is downright contained, focused, and almost subtle. Well, as subtle as a comedy about a woman making a destitute man’s suicide all about her can be. This warped, slimy riff on Roberto Rossellini’s Europa ’51 refocuses that classic cinematic guilt trip on the amusing insufficiencies of modern self-righteousness.
After Orsolya (Eszter Tompa) assembles a battalion of cops to evict an otherwise homeless man (Gabriel Spahiu) from her boiler room, he hangs himself, and Orsolya spends the following 100 minutes telling everyone she can find that it wasn’t her fault. The feature-length jab at well-meaning yet ultimately impotent (or actively harmful) progressivism features a recurring punchline where Olsolya reminds everyone that she isn’t legally responsible for this death, and an aesthetic that reflects its gallows-humor subject matter. Kontinental ’25 is a comedy of conversations and unconvincing repetition, where the joke gets funnier and more grim as its teller refuses to relent.