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| Dark Times 
         
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| (notes from a review broadcast live on Melbourne radio station 3RRR in
        1981)
               
         Reds, Ragtime, Dark Times: we
        are currently seeing a cycle of films about the interrelation of history,
        politics and personal life. Von Trotta’s contribution is about terrorism, in
        particular: a narrative inspired by and closely modelled on the real-life story
        of Gudrun Ensslin, member of the Baader-Meinhof Group, and her sister Christiane.
   
         The film rests upon a rather overheated myth of
        sisterhood – something turned on its head in Mark Rappaport’s The Scenic Route (1978). But at least
        it’s a modern myth: these women are not closer (than men) to the emotional or
        domestic realm (which is the old stereotype of melodrama); they are closer to
        the social, to revolutionary upheaval!
         
         These sisters are posited as semantic opposites; and
        yet these opposites cancel each other out when framed within the proscenium
        arch of the Spectacle.
             
         Here, the Personal registers as an irruption, a dark
        underside of History. It’s the terrorist-sympathetic
        version of Herstory.
   
         The male characters, on the other hand, are pictured
        as apolitical schmucks.
             
         It’s a certain type of Leftist romance, in spectacular-narrative-novelistic
        mode; its keynotes are melancholia and trauma.
             
         It is a film of romance – and of pose. It seems
        embarrassed by the clichés it takes on, but manages to say nothing much beyond
        them: about terrorism, work …
   
         It’s full of undigested political material: on the
        Holocaust, the bomb, the sanctity of human life.
             
         Dark Times is the negative
        mirror-image of Yvonne Rainer’s radical Journeys from Berlin/1971 (1980): because von Trotta is not devoted to spinning a
        film which is a web of contradictions and problems.
           
         Basically, it’s an art-film bore, too clean, too
        straight: high on atmospherics, ambiguity, cool – but with no real substance.
   
 MORE von Trotta: The Promise, Rosenstrasse © Adrian Martin 1981 | 
