Guerrillas in the mist
Flame & Citron, WorldWar II noir thriller, not rated, in Danish and German with subtitles, The Screen, 3.5 chiles
IThe gunman loads his weapons and slides them into a shoulder holster, a boot, the waistband of his trousers. “I know I’m doing the right thing,” he intones in a flat voice-over. And he heads out to kill.
In today’s climate, our first thought is of terrorism. And this is terrorism, but it’s not today’s. It is a terrorism for which we feel a queasy respect, because it is directed against Nazis. And as such, it uncomfortably forces us to examine our feelings. Is terrorism a bad thing, or is it only bad when it goes against us? Is it justified if it furthers ends we believe are just?
Flame and Citron are the code names, or nicknames, of a couple of fighters in the legendaryWorldWar II Danish resistance group Holger Danske. They were real people: Flame (Thure Lindhardt), named for his red hair, was a bachelor named Bent Faurschou-Hviid. In 1944, when the events of the movie take place, he was 23. Citron (Mads Mikkelsen, who played the villain Le Chiffre in Casino Royale) was Jørgen Haagen Schmith, a 33-year-old husband and father.
Flame is the primary gunman; Citron drives the getaway car. They take their orders from a smooth, shadowy fellow named Aksel Winther (Peter Mygind), who gets his from the British command. Or so he says. It becomes increasingly clear that nobody can trust anybody.
Especially when sex enters the picture. Flame meets the mysterious Ketty Selmer (Stine Stengade) in a bar and is smitten. But is Ketty a simple courier, an agent, a double agent, a triple agent? Flame is cautious enough to do a little checking on her, but ultimately, when decisions come down, as they so often do, to
Resisters are doing it for themselves: Mads Mikkelsen, left, and Thure Lindhardt