You'd be forgiven for expecting Kusturica's name in the credits. Same energy: chaotic ensemble, dark slapstick, history bearing down on people too busy arguing to look up. Šijan got there first.
Ko To Tamo Peva loads a bus to Belgrade on April 5th, 1941 — the day before the Luftwaffe arrives — with two Romani musicians, a WWI vet, a consumptive, a hunter with a loaded shotgun, and a handful of people who really don't want to think about what's coming. From minute one you know exactly how this ends, and the film knows you know. The cast is good enough that it doesn't matter.
The middle sags. Flat tyre, army checkpoint, feuding families — it starts to feel like a list rather than a journey. The ending, though, lands harder than I expected.
Kusturica got the fame. This one deserved more of it.