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Berlin Film Review: ‘Letters From War’ Jay Weissberg
Courtesy of Berlin Film Festival The black-and-white lensing is superbly evocative, the love letters used in voiceover are moving, yet Ivo M. Ferreira’s “Letters From War” struggles to match the emotional richness of those missives with something equally striking. Based on the epistles of Antonio Lobo Antunes, written when the aspiring author was a doctor shipped out to Angola during Portugal’s bloody colonial war in the early 1970s, the pic uses his letters to his pregnant wife to showcase the affectingly expressed love they shared, but the overuse of this device weakens its initial power, and while Ferreira captures the troubled life of a soldier in war, his picture of the Angolans remains an anemic one. Fests will call, though international play may be a tougher sell. The letters themselves, overflowing with genuinely stirring language likely to cause an instant outbreak of lumpsin-throats, were published in 2005, after the death of their recipient, Lobo Antunes’ first wife, Maria Jose Xavier da Fonseca e Costa. They reveal a budding author already mastering a robust language full of descriptive power, intellectual yet driven by emotions. Ferreira (“April Showers”) marbles “Letters” with these declarations of ardor, which begin expressing the pain of separation and then, over the three years, become an indictment of the Portuguese dictatorship that sent soldiers to fight in Angola, and finally a powerful anti-war tract. Spoken by the recipient (Margarida Vila-Nova) rather than the writer (Miguel Nunes), they’re accompanied by varied eloquently lensed scenes, from Antonio sailing out in luxury to the expansive Angolan landscape and the bloody horrors of the conflict. The author goes from the incongruous comfort of the cruise ship taking him to war, to the army base, where his yearning for his wife and their as-yet unborn daughter increases in intensity. Over the coming months he’s awakened to indignation, furious that the war has separated him from Maria Jose and also outraged that men are dying for an unnecessary conflict. Maria Jose is an evanescent figure glimpsed roaming their home in Portugal, a passive evocation of Antonio’s imagination rather than a fleshed-out being. Since these are Lobo Antunes’ letters, maybe that’s OK, but surely
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