Engrossing, disturbing, as piercing as a gunshot, Klopka, which is being called in the U.S. The Trap, is a Serbian parable about post- Milošević socioeconomic distress, moral adaptability, guilt, bad blood and blood vengeance.
A hardworking couple cannot afford the cost of the surgery in Berlin—about $47,000—that might keep their young son alive. Marija is a schoolteacher. Her spouse, Mladen (Al Franken-lookalike Nebojša Glogovac—best actor, Milan), the soul of kindness and decency, manages a state-owned civil engineering group in search of the solvency that it believes a Belgian buyer and privatization might bring to it. They rent their apartment; their extremely low salaries mean they own very little. When Mladen applies for a loan at the available bank, he is of course turned down; his earnings and personal collateral suggest he would never be able to pay it back. “Why are you laughing?” Mladen asks the loan officer when the latter tells him he does not qualify even for an ordinary consumer loan. “This is a foreign bank, and if I don’t smile I will be fired.” Mladen looks around; sure enough, all the bank employees are idiotically smiling. A quick cut to an overhead long-shot suggests that God also is laughing—the ultimate humiliation and betrayal. We are in the hands of a clever artist: Srdan Golubović was named best director at Milan and San Jose, and Klopka picked up best film prizes for him at Sofia and Trieste.
A newspaper ad for sponsors of the operation yields one result: someone says he will pay everything if Mladen murders his nemesis. Desperate, Mladen makes the hit, but his “benefactor” doesn’t pay; it turns out this man is broke. He remarks, “Kill someone—that is something I could never do.”
A stinging satire.
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