this tiktok screenshot ruined my life i need to see the serbian pigeon movie so so badly but it doesn't exist it's so foul to make this bad of a point with something so cool and then take it away from me.
Tiktok marvel fans really will be out here like "movie fan SHOCKED because i'd rather watch superhero movie #54 in blue and not a sensual 1987 french horror film about a man discovering his wife may not exist set in what is gradually revealed to be a space station" as if you're supposed to agree that superhero movie #54 is the clear winner in this comparison
Love the idea of a story about a complex issue that's told from the perspective of something that cannot comprehend or care about the issue. The way the story would be sliced up and moments that a human would consider pointless would be focused on because the pigeon happened to be there would be hype as fuck
Ok FINE I made the movie poster of it
Mališa, otherwise known as Little One, is a pet pigeon owned by a conservative butler of the Austro-Hungarian aristocracy. She is loved, and she is pampered— until her owner is murdered in cold blood, and she is left to fend for herself in Sarajevo.
In the wilds of the city, she feeds from the poor, working nationalist radicals, and the vieux riches alike.
To Mališa, there are no ethical concerns. No politics. No burgeoning nationalism.
There are only hands that feed her, and hands that do not.
This is compelling. Consider me fucking compelled.
We are in danger of inventing another critically acclaimed cult film bro jerkoff film that doesn't exist....
I would watch this so many times.
The film isn’t actually all in black and white, just mostly. * It starts in color, albeit muted, as it establishes its life in the butler’s care. Soft beige, pinks, blues. The world is conservative and clean, predictable. The film still looks ‘old’ even with these colors. * The first black and white film happens in a jarring sequence that happens in a series of blurs as her cage is covered and tossed into the street. It’s not immediately clear that the film has become black and white; when the curtain lifts, the gray of the street just looks like a filthy city street without color. It’s only when you see the people, completely black and white, that you realize the color is gone. * Seemingly random objects are still in color throughout the film, though. A cufflink here. A napkin there. A wristwatch. Small, often beautiful things that the camera seems to follow for no obvious reason. One of these, she finds in a park near a bush - a doll with a dirty dress. The camera fixates on it for a long time, and she settles near it, nesting in the park.
- Things slowly get worse and worse throughout the film as the war comes. We get snippets of conversations from old men feeding pigeons, from worried mothers talking about how they're urging their husbands to move while feeding messy kids their sandwiches. Eventually, the same crumbs you came to the park for, humans are coming for as well.
- At the end of the film, Mališa is picked up and put in home for carrier pigeons. She is loved, fed, groomed, together again, even if different. Then she's shipped off to who knows where, a message is strapped to her leg, and she's let free. She has no idea that the message she's sending is a warning that could save Saravejo.
- She has no idea why she is shot from the air. All she wants is to fly home.
- She flies back to the park. She flies back to the doll. Exhausted, bleeding out, she dies.
- As the camera pans out from the broken body of Mališa, a colored sequence fades in: Mališa's home life before the assassination, and the many little things inside it. One by one, we see the seemingly random colored objects that we saw throughout the film put in their place in her happy memories. The cufflinks of her owner, shining as he reaches for her to scratch her head in the morning. The napkin he held his breakfast rolls in as he fed her crumbs. The wristwatch he looked at every day before he said goodbye for work. The doll his little daughter favored when she came up and cooed at her, who she watched play teaparty. * Cutting back to the present, her body is gray on the concrete ground. We hear the sound of footsteps, and of wings. We never get to see if someone finds the message.
shit yeah
