Mother of Mine (review)
2005 Finland, 111 min, dir: Klaus Haro, cast: Topi Majaniemi, Marjaana Maijala, Brasse Brannstrom, Esko Salminen
War movies are similar to war itself. First come the big battles, then the wounded, the refugees, stragglers, and deserters. The big battle movies of World War Two are long gone, but the small stories of the stragglers are part of the moral compass of our age. Mother of Mine traces the story of Finnish children (70,000) packed up by their panicked families and sent off to Sweden. The Finns fought the Germans while the Swedes welcomed them to come eat gravlax and limpa bread.What is it liked to be packed up by your mother, put on a train full of kids, and delivered to an isolated farm where a childless husband and wife try to welcome you as the son they wish they had?
Would your instinct be to run? Where? And how could they convince you that all they wanted was a little of the child love they never had; in the brief time given them before the end of the war removed you from their lives forever?
The film starts with the boy, now an adult, coming back to make sense of those years. It brings up questions of how you resolve your mature feelings with misty memory. If there was a credo for MovieWithMe.com (and there is not) it would be to introduce you to fragments of feelings that films like Mother of Mine can put before your eyes and your heart.
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January 15th, 2010 at 19:58
OMG! Looks just like the English Channel in Lower Normandy! Tomorrow morning I have to find out where I can see this one over here! If not, I’ll suggest they get it at the “Art and Essai Cinema”. Seems it’s always the passage of time that opens up room for a new perspective on long forgotten/undealt with issues. Hisorical or personal, at some point, when the unspeakable pain has started to fade away and we are finally equipped to dig a little, those tiny fragments become the precious “seed-pearls” leading to the path of (self)reconciliation … Having run off to a forgein land, I found out there is no place to run to. We carry our baggage with us, everywhere we go… Bravo for finding this tiny “pearl” and sharing it with us!!! Merci from France Roberto