Tangerines (aka Mandariinid) review by Adrijan Arsovski - Cinema Paradiso
Tangerines postulates the quintessential conundrum of human-imposed morality, in which the underlying message doesn’t interfere with its gripping narration (or lack thereof) – using the war as a mere device to test the fragile nature of dichotomized perspectives and the inherent meaning of reciprocal human action.
The movie starts in a village in Abkhazia, where the lives of the natives are drastically changed by the infamous War of 1992. There’s barely anyone left, except Estonians Ivo and his friend Markus, in a way both denying their reality with actions that make little sense in such times – picking tangerines from trees. We see almost no real impact by the symbolic fruit, and coincidentally enough, the same is true for the ongoing war. Ivo and Markus however, patiently continue.
Then it happens: in front of their houses an armed conflict ensues, resulting in casualties and survivors. One of the survivors is a Chechen, the other – Georgian. Ivo takes both of them home and buries the unfortunate. What follows is tense, often times humorous battle of wits, histories and words, two truths that clash with one another, all the more dangerous when you know the stakes are as high as they can be in such circumstances of poetic vicissitudes of war.
While the conflict between the two soldiers unravels, Ivo is keeping things at bay: he doesn’t allow for weapons, physical fights or even bad intentions – he despises war and everything around it; he denies its presence and doesn’t believe in it; deep down however, he is afraid – not so for himself, rather for the unfortunate souls who are doing what he deems as unacceptable and cruel. This is Ivo’s only hubris – he disregards reality for higher ideal constructs, all while knowing that he is wrong. In the meantime Markus helps Ivo, and continues to pick tangerines like nothing ever happened.
Tangerines is full with joyful, bittersweet encounters, heartbreaking backstories and real human drama. It’s amusing and interesting in its own way, with both quiet moments and thunderous events, none shattering the consistency of writer Zaza Urushadze’s script, who also steps forth as the movie’s director. The accompanying meek sounds of a windpipe mirror the characters’ surroundings – a bleak, desolate village where interruptions are done only by machines made with intentions to end a human life. The cinematography is very well packed, with shots that reflect Ivo’s emotions and thoughts, and tangerines as the only contrasting colors in a landscape of certain gloom. The acting is nothing short of convincing and remarkable.
Finally, Tangerines has its flaws which can be easily swiped under the rug in favor of the bigger picture it’s trying to convey: humans are like tangerines – picking them apart in times of crisis does good to no one really.