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By Brian Miller

Published on November 17, 2009 at 12:56pm

This heist-gone-wrong flick eschews all the usual excitement of crime movies. Instead, Austrian writer-director Götz Spielmann concentrates on the slow buildup to a bank job and its simmering moral aftermath. Laconic robber Alex (Johannes Krisch) is an ex-con pushing a mop in a Vienna brothel (cruelly named Club Cinderella). His elderly grandfather lives on a rural farm, where Alex takes refuge after the botched heist, near a cop (Andreas Lust) and his wife (Ursula Strauss). Spielmann barely moves his camera and never allows an easy, emotional close-up as Alex furiously chops at the farm's woodpile. His weapon of revenge — revanche in French, though the movie is in German — could be an ax or the gun from his robbery. But who deserves to die for the unhappy outcome at the bank? While he chops, we worry. Krisch plays this hard case without concession — he's a man who can only express himself physically. Yet new thoughts gradually crease his brow, like water cutting through stone. The Oscar-nominated Revanche recalls the cinema of moral consequence.