Every summer for the last five years, Živan, a punk rocker and a poet, has organized a punk festival in his native village outside of Belgrade in Serbia.He always lost money on it, but his dreams are focused on changing the way the villagers think.
Ognjen Glavonić’s documentary adroitly chronicles its protagonist’s Quixotic pursuit of his dream, an against-the-odds realization of a big ambition. A touching tribute to one man’s beautifully boundless enthusiasm, and a marvellous film.
The authenticity of the characters really blew me off. Zivan's gentle determination is a beautiful thing! I really like the double function of this documentary - it is both a form of self-promotion and a nice film in itself. I really hope, that everything works out well for Zivan!
Uf! A difficult watch, Zivan moves toward inevitable disappointment with all the purpose of a Dardenne protagonist. But I shouldn't compare his message to fiction, Zivan could only be a real, a heady mix of idealism and dysfunction. Well-constructed doco with a particularly exciting mid-film flashback, daring us to fill in the blanks of some tragedy. All culminating in drunk poetry confrontation. In a word: punk.
Hard to decide what to think, still, with this distance. There is a candid quality to it and to Zivan, but it comes hand in hand with a certain realism. The vulnerability shown is what makes him seem so brave. Unlike with a quixotic character, hyper-idealist, that would not be able to fully recognize reality.
Un film aussi hilarant que désespérant. Ce pauvre Quijote semble tout faire pour que rien ne marche, et ça marche. Le film a un petit côté Striptease, mais le protagoniste n'est jamais humilié ou rabaissé. Il est émouvant et triste et totalement punk.
Zivan aurait pu être un personnage de Werner Herzog : c'est un Fitzcarraldo du punk, un personnage décalé, un idéaliste déconcertant, dont la folie, mais aussi les exploits, prêtent au rire et à l'admiration.