Forgotten Routes – dir./scar Varta Arutyunyan, prod Bernhard Pucher

Forgotten Routes – dir./scar Varta Arutyunyan, prod Bernhard Pucher

Minya Zhavoot Rob. Vada Looks at me quizzically. I’m saying my name is rob in Russian. It was an awkward way to get attention to compliment the film. Caroline tells me later just blurting the language of oppression is not helpful. Well, I’m sure as a female comic she’s heard worse. A portrait of both history and memory, as well as what we are taught Vada has created a film that is a comedy but understands it’s a comedy of absurdity of war and politics and big baritone voices. From the Englishmen who got on a plane thinking they were going to be in call of duty to running back home, to the intellectualisation of the WTF do people intend to do while being clever in to do in a small bookshop with tote bags, reading a message from Ukraine  by Zelenski or the Russo Ukrainian war by Sergio Palermo. Ro something. It’s ironic the animation makes me think of homecoming, but that what people want and there is no spider man. its harp and meditative and shows the cycle. By drawing on her own families multinational life and the intertwining of views with politics, I could not help of think of intergenerational trauma and Ireland, my mother’s country and England’s role in the famine. I’d like to say that’s why I’m fat and has nothing to do with liking ice cream. Vada’s own family in the meantime are not the past but the present, her own position in England and her own Families situation precarious, is it bad taste to call it a comedy. Well, I think there’s more important things then taste all flowing through this film. See it at your earliest opportunity.