The second world war is one of the darkest tiles in humanity. A time where humanity just swore off the grey war, where the world was witness to the extent of human cruelty. A time where promised was rebirth, redemption and peace. Faith's hand just struck Europe in its most habitual gruesome fashion, the towering debt of a great war and a lost generation towering over it. The world stood still, not because of the Schick, or at least not only because if it but because of what lies beneath. Ahead of what is the world's greatest tragedy up to that time lies an ever more bleak future. Germany was in ruin, having just lost a war, the faith if its people and the power of its empire. Vengeance was sworn for the humiliation. A few years after that remarkably dark period, there was a humble and old couple of German woodworkers. The man goes to cut down big trees and the woman bundles the small branches. Both spending a hard day of work to come to a small house in the middle of the forest where hit soup and a tired old dog await. Never had a child the woman begs all that there is, having forsaken god or never having brought up to date with it. She begs the sky, the wood and even the train gods for a train. And one day the train gods answered her prayers. In that empty corner of the forest, a train pierced through the white winter snow, slowly but surly reaching it's dreaded destination. And one day a baby is thrown from the train only for the old wood woman to pick it up. A heartless thing for some, but not for her. What ensues is a beautifully made tragedy, a tale of humanity: the loving force within it that builds and sacrifices and it's inherently evil side that avenges and retributes. Michel hazanavicius animation film borrows a very comic like style that puts you within the heart of an enchanted forest, together with its peculiar set of characters and the bleak setting of the second world war, it's one of the years finest looking tear jerkers. A beautiful farewell to the illustrious career of Jean Louis Trintignant.
