Shame

We tend to view our history through the lens of wars. They define decades of human history. So we think of them as being grand events, chess matches of world powers. We think of the soldiers and the civilians as chess pieces who are generally aware of the Realpolitik. Shame presents war differently. This is a depiction of war as a thing that lingers until it invades your life. Something that exists in a gradual takeover of your existence. A depiction of war as only a thing right in front of your face. Especially if your radio doesn’t work. We begin with an obviously broken life of presumably great artists who can no longer create or interpret art. And it continues to break even further to the point that we can almost grasp what it is that makes humanity irredeemable. Bleak and horrifyingly true. A story of musicians with no music. The only rhythm in the film is gunfire Shame is top tier Bergman and one of the greatest war films ever made.