The extraordinary Romanian film 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days, more comfortably known as that abortion movie that won this years Palme dOr, sheds its secrets slowly, a high-end realist drama quickening skillfully into a thriller. Though the frighteningly late-term abortion at its center hints at larger sins in the last gasp of Nicolae Ceausescus iron-fisted regime, its no metaphor, but a sordidly visceral transaction conducted in the next best thing to a back alley. Such a procedure, unfolding as graphically as it needs to without in any way exploiting its subject, its characters or its audience, might and does take place in any society where abortion is outlawed. This particular one also plays out as a devastating indictment of its sociopolitical context.

Like other young filmmakers of the Romanian new wave who are digging into the troubled history of their country under communism, writer-director Cristian Mungiu keeps his head close to the ground of everyday life in all the drab tawdriness of a nanny state so intrusive, you cant even check into a hotel without someone demanding to know why youre there and what time youre coming home. On its face, 4 Months is about an apparently ordinary day in the lives of two ordinary young women, college dormitory roommates who, as the movie opens, appear to be packing for a weekend away. You might also say, though Mungiu wont say it for you, that as they gather black-market toiletries and plan the day, the girls responses to a coming crisis will represent two poles of personality shaped by totalitarian rule.
Childlike and passive, Gabita (Laura Vasiliu) is the girl most likely to get herself knocked up, ignore her swelling belly until it can no longer be covered up, then flap her hands and wait for someone to tell her what to do. That would be BFF Otilia (masterfully played by Anamaria Marinca), a resourceful fixer who calmly books one seedy hotel when she cant afford the bribe for another, and meets up with the illegal abortionist about whom she knows nothing except that he comes vaguely recommended by another student. In one of several touches of deadpan black comedy, hes named Mr. Bebe, but as played with implacable calm by Vlad Ivanov (who was recently named best supporting actor of 2007 by the Los Angeles Film Critics Association), hes no joke a sinister manipulator who counters every plea with a hectoring question just vague enough to throw the girls off their guard, and who, like any good black marketeer, knows how to exact payment in kind. Trapped in frame by the steady gaze of cinematographer Oleg Mutus camera, both girls will end up his victims, but in the movies bleakest moments, its the plucky one 4 Months is Otilias movie, not Gabitas who pays the higher price. Small wonder that the camera so often shoots her from behind, or that her pale intensity mirrors the movies shadowy, hyperrealist palette.
4 Months is the second film Ive seen this year that matter-of-factly shows us a partially formed aborted fetus. The other is Tony Kayes terrific documentary Lake of Fire, and it may be a hopeful sign of maturing attitudes toward this polarizing social issue that neither film grinds an ax or slides neatly onto one side of the prolife/prochoice debate. Lest you think you can guess, Mungiu points out in the production notes that where an appalling 500,000 women died as a result of illegal abortions before the fall of communism, in Romania today legalized abortion is widely used as a form of contraception. That, and the plate of organ meats offered to the girls in the movies mordantly funny, ineffably sad conclusion, is a timely reminder not only that the decision to abort is not a lark, or a decision anyone but the woman can make, but that no one owns the copyright to the term prolife.
4 MONTHS, 3 WEEKS AND 2 DAYS | Written and directed by CRISTIAN MUNGIU | Produced by OLEG MUTU and MUNGIU | Released by IFC Films and Red Envelope Entertainment | Sunset 5
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