Hence the action in The White Ribbon. Fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, a teacher, a doctor, a Protestant pastor, as appears to be the whole community. A landscape of unprecedented beauty. Photography in black and white, like the movies before. school songs. Children living in gang, as children always. blond hair where a loving father put a white ribbon to symbolize innocence and purity. All right, a hair in the most shameful peace of snow does not move. The order that nothing disengages, nobody disturbs. And gradually, without haste, digging inch by inch in the bliss of unrepeatably beautiful scenery, a biting wind carves order, overwhelms tranquility, vomits rage and violence and all without you has had time to defend. You could not swing a shell, close your eyes to the devastation, run the film so you do not reach the green sputum bile Michael Haneke. Good cinema is just that: let the open, steal your wallet while you drooling idiot in the contemplation of beauty, spit in the face your useless condition captive audience.
Not easy to assume what you just saw when you leave the cinema. Two hours in a masterly history, as rarely have seen on a screen. Everything is suspended in the movie Haneke. And before as a screen almost becomes invisible cruelty we see a daily life that without seeming is the germ of horror. Four words a few years later charge a definitely tragic sense: the white tape be released violently and fly into the air of the times the abrupt hair of a blond innocence converted to