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Mandela: Long Walk to Freedom


Brito Justin Chadwick filmas "Mandela: ilgas kelias į laisvę", paremtas paties Mandelos autobiografija, yra labai jau tradicinis pasakojimas apie šią itin išskirtinę asmenybę. Bežiūrint galima sužinoti nemažai faktinės informacijos apie Nelsoną Mandelą, tačiau pats filmas kaip filmas iš esmės dėmesio vertas tik dėl dviejų nuostabių aktorių. Mandelą vaidina Idris Elba, o jo žmoną Winnie - aktorė Naomie Harris, geriausiai žinoma iš paskutinio Bondo filmo "Skyfall" ir "Karibų piratų".

Britų aktorių Idris Elba pirmą sykį pamačiau seriale "Luther", kur jis vaidino moralinių dilemų kamuojamą, savo darbu apsėstą detektyvą. Vaidino puikiai. Ir čia jis yra pagrindinė priežastis, dėl kurios išvis verta žiūrėti šį filmą. Jis tikrai daug įtikinamesnis Mandela, nei Morgano Freemano versija C. Eastwoodo filme "Invictus" (kuris kaip filmas yra daug geresnis, nei tas apie kurį rašau - dalis atstovauja visumai daug geriau nei į dvi valandas sukištas visas gyvenimas).

Naomie Harris vaidina jo žmoną Winnie, su kuria jis praleido tik kelerius metus prieš patekdamas į kalėjimą 27 metams. Šie ilgi kalėjimo metai juos išskyrė: jo pasirinkimas buvo atleidimas baltiesiems, jos - neapykanta. Dėl šio savo sprendimo jis buvo daug geresnis lyderis nei ji, tačiau jos gyvenimo istorija tikrai nemažiau verta dėmesio nei jo. (Apie ją yra sukurtas filmas, bet jis vertinamas itin prastai: nuoroda) Šiame filme man kiek pritrūko jos istorijos detalių.

Panašu, kad filmai apie didžias asmenybes retai būna labai puikūs. Šis tikrai toks nėra. Jį pažiūrėję prarasite kelias savo gyvenimo valandas ir sužinosite keletą faktų, nepažiūrėję - neprarasite nieko. 

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