Cabaret Balkan

Synopsis: In Beograd, mid-1990s, 20 people's paths crisscross one night in rage and theater. A callow youth dents a car; its owner hunts him down and trashes his father's flat. Michael, back from abroad, hopes to reclaim Natalia; her new, younger lover seems outclassed. A Bosnian drives a bus to eke out subsistence; his son works the Black Market for a sadist. A cabby buys drinks for a cop he crippled in revenge. Swarthy friends at a gym confess betrayals of each other; violence erupts, then one menaces a woman on a train. Another young woman, traumatized when a knife-wielding youth commandeers her bus, calls for help and ends up with a gun at her head. It's a cabaret macabre.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Goran Paskaljevic
Production: Paramount Classics
  7 wins & 3 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.9
Rotten Tomatoes:
79%
R
Year:
1998
102 min
111 Views


Cabaret Balkan

Why are you laughing at me?

You think it's funny?

That I'm different?

That I'm mutilated?

Is that why you have come?

Welcome!

Tonight I will be...

...f***ing around with you kids.

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Damn this lousy country.

Anyone that had any salt

in his head fled from here.

And you return back?

Do you mind if I smoke?

Smoking kills.

Everything kills over here.

If I was a taxi driver in New York

or Paris, i wouldn't smoke.

Foreing ministers of 15

EU countries,

demanded from

president Milosevic

to stop the violence in Kosovo.

At the meeting with colleagues

from 12 mediterranean countries...

Look.

They killed a taxi driver yesterday.

He got a bullet in his neck.

So much police!

I have no idea what they're doing.

Look at this lunatic!

Who gave you

a driver's license?

F*ggot!

What should i do with him?

Should I kill him?

Come in! Come and get warm.

I'll take you to heaven,

baby.

Come, baby.

Let's go to heaven!

Good evening.

There's no problem!

You can talk.

I'm really sorry.

Let's not cause problems.

I don't have a driver's license.

Open!

F*** it all.

Out!

Get out!

Get out you monkey!

Out!

What is happening here?

This c*nt f***ed up my car!

Calm down.

Sir, please be nice

and step out of your car.

He doesn't have driver's license.

Get out if I tell you so.

I don't have a driver's license.

I only have the car registration.

Will you get out?

Will you go alone

or do I have to pull you out?

Get him out,

or I will.

Get out,

you f***ing c*nt! Out!

I have a solution. Break the glass

and pull him out from front.

Calm down sir.

He got away!

Does he live here?

Viktorovic?

I don't know. We're from Bosnia,

they gave us this garage.

Temporarily. There's no water

and they cut off electricity.

I'm not asking about the electricity,

but about Viktorovic.

The one that has that

idiot son, Aca.

I've found it. Apartement 13.

Third floor.

Have you come to register the refugees?

Don't nag, woman!

Did you remember how he looked?

When i see him, he wont look anymore

like he did as I remember him.

Calm down please.

Don't interfere please.

Here you go.

Good evening. - Good evening.

Is Aco here?

Aleksander is not at home.

Where is he?

I don't know. He went out

We'll wait.

-God knows when he'll be back.

We're in no hurry.

Can i help you? -No.

Would you like some coffee?

-I'd rather have some liquer. Jovo?

Liquer will be fine.

Liquer it is.

Just a moment.

Here you go.

To us!

-Cheers!

How old is Aco?

Aleksander? 18. Almost 18.

The worst years.

Homemade? -Yes. -Bravo.

Did Aco tell you?

Good, we can settle this.

What should we settle?

Some things

cannot be settled.

I've been driving for 31 years.

At 12

I nicked my dad's car.

Until now I have

never let a single scratch on it. Until now!

It's as it was new.

Better said, it was.

It's better then a new one.

I took from my mouth.

Sveto knows.

We'll settle everything,

Mr.... -Jovan.

Aco!

-Jovo! Calm down.

Aco!

Aco, come out!

Please don't, Jovo.

-It's ok. It's ok.

Good evening.

Open!

Where are you Aco?

Are you hiding? Running?

Please Sir.

Mr Jovan, please.

Why are you running?

Why are you hiding?

I was afraid. -Of me?

He broke my car window.

I was scared shitless.

Did you see my car?

It's falling apart.

It's no biggie.

What's is falling apart? I'll show you...

-Jovan! -Go away, Sveto!

You shouldn't have ran away.

You should have let the police,

make a report.

That's right.

The policeman came.

I showed him my

car registration.

Then he started screaming,

that he'll pull me out.

He started jumping on the lid

and that's why I ran away.

You ran like a p*ssy. If you don't have

a driver's license, you have your eyes at least!

You can see where you drive.

Do you have brains in your head?

Do you know the traffic signs?

You almost killed me!

He steps on the accelerator

and he doesn't care sh*t.

I guard him like the apple of my eye.

Stevo, it can go up to 140 on open.

120. -140. -120 engraved.

-I said 140.

What is it, why are you looking at me?

What will we do now?

Answer Mr. Jovan.

Why are you looking at me?

Monkey! Do you have any idea,

what you have done?

You f***ed up my car!

You f***ed up your car!

You f***ed up this apartment.

Look!

You're locking yourself.

-Everything will be fine.

Everything will be fine.

-It won't!

Let me be...

You're mine, Aco!

Sooner or later.

These people aren't normal.

They're partying again.

And you? Where are you going?

That's my business.

-That is our business.

Till I feed you,

it is our business!

Listen dad, I'm in a hurry.

There's no hurry.

Sit down!

I asked where you were going.

I have some business to do.

What business? Aren't you a bit

tired? Haven't you worked too much?

Go visit my boss tomorrow

and tell him, whose son you are.

Listen old man,

Such work is not for me.

What is good for you then? Balet?

Go there

and dont disgrace me.

Half of the country is unemployed.

People would kill for such a job,

yet you say it's not good for you.

What's good for you then? -I don't know.

Urban transport certainly ain't for me.

You're a professor and you drive a bus.

How can you do that?

I can.

Do I steal? Do I beg?

Are you listening to me?

Can't we have a

single evening without screaming?

How can I put her to sleep now?

How?

Leave me alone.

Sister, sister.

It's not my fault,

if Mujo left you.

He didn't leave me.

He had to.

Why are you looking at me?

Where is my cap?

You can't find your cap?

The cap is all that matters to you.

Everything will be fine,

we just have to find the cap.

We don't have anything,

and he's missing a cap.

You're a bit lacking under you cap.

Everyone else seems to find their way around.

-They find their way around? -Look at us.

I can see how they find their way around.

I'd rather be a bus driver

then a thief and a criminal.

Coffee? -Double.

I have to stay awake.

Night shift is killing me.

We're even out of gas.

Baby! Beer.

Give me two beers.

How are you Dimitrij?

I am good thank God.

Will you have anything to drink?

I've ordered beer.

Do you remember me? -No.

What happened to you?

I can't seem to remember you this way.

Don't ask.

Did you have an accident?

If only I had one.

Cheers.

-Cheers!

Did you have

a car accident?

Did you fall down? -No.

I didn't.

Did someone beat you up?

Yes.

Who?

He'll be damned,

when I find him.

Don't you remember?

I didn't see him.

He slapped something on

your head, didn't he?

Yes.

How did you know?

You had a dirty business,

Dimitrij. Dirty.

Well you know...

When we start beating up policemen,

everything gets f***ed up.

F***ed up for good.

How many are you?

60.000, 100.000?

A lot of you

for a city of million?

Too many. -Not enough.

-What's not enough? -You can see.

He wore you out good.

Somebody really doesn't like you.

They killed the God in you.

With a pole. -A pole?

And a hammer.

A pole and a hammer.

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