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When the movie is made about a current celebrity whose action has wallpaper the public space, the viewer has only one fundamental requirement (which is rarely fulfilled): to know something more than what is already known, to have a mental and physical behind-the-scenes idea.
That is exactly what Nathan Grossman’s film offers. Exciting knowledge and presence. The camera is constantly present. It really captures both the triumph and the vulnerability.
Yes, it’s actually already there at the beginning (which was a stroke of luck) when Greta sits alone outside the Riksdag, follows her around Europe, stands next to her like a Forrest Gump shakes his paw with all the potentates of the world , in the famous “How dare you” Century and not least in the arduous boat trip across the Atlantic.
Greta appears alternately as a contemporary Jeanne D’Arc, alternately as a girl responsible for the neighborhood, who is consoled by the father who follows her as servile as the aforementioned camera. It’s good that it’s there. A bit sloppy and dizzy at first, but an obvious ally for Greta and us viewers. It is, to say the least, an intense tour in which they are, full of cheers and forceful but also of adversity and onslaught.
It is about Santa Greta and the Dragon, where the latter is represented by all the rulers of the world who do not take the climate crisis seriously, especially those who find it necessary to launch a direct counterattack against a conscious teenager. All the Bolsonaros and Trump in the world try to belittle her, commit personal attacks, just like those who harassed Greta during her upbringing.
One is ashamed in the name of humanity.
But Greta says He does not care, he even laughs at his attacks, but it is quite clear that the blow is still felt, the sum of them probably contributes to the breakdowns he suffers along the way.
When he creaks and says he doesn’t take responsibility, when he longs for his mother’s home, the dogs, the routines that turn off his asperger; then the girl looks forward and tears come out. And not only in her …
It’s extremely rare for a documentary to move me like this. Damn, grumpy, bored, annoying … yes, all that usually happens, but not shaken.
Well the number went down Tears per minute, of course, is not proof of quality, but it still shows that the film is about more than just climate activist Greta.
The filmmakers follow to some extent the biographical template in which the first unknown rival hero achieves unexpected but legitimate success, suffers adversity but ultimately triumphs. Only the latter feels unnecessarily confident. And conventionally sad.
Nathan Grossman and his team get down to work on the final sequences, approaching an almost propaganda key but that’s okay, it’s a marginal note, they’ve met the basic requirement above so far, and with great success.
And when will the biopic come?
