Photo credits

The Embalse de Riano in northern Spain. The picture was taken by .... me!

Tuesday, May 22

The Interpreter

I chanced on his film late one night on Sky recently, and just for once caught the opening scenes and therefore actually understood what was going on in the rest of it.


I really liked it.  I know it only gets 3 stars in the reviews, and I know some of the flaws in the plot are rather large, but overall I liked the way that we gradually got to know more and more about the interpreter.

Perhaps the key point is how, no matter how principled we are, it all goes out the window in a moment of stress.  You can be a pacifist and believe in the power of negotiation, but when you are standing next to the man who killed your brother and you have a gun in your hand, it all seems very right to put the gun to his head.  Very easy.  The proper thing to do. 

The story has no happy ending.  The widower remains alone.  The obvious romance comes to nothing.  The girl goes home to Africa - but it is full of pain and bloodshed.

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