An old formula that always works, this time in a different setting: Tangerines

It's an old trope in movies (and in literature) that, trite though it may be, always seems to work: two men who hate one another because of race, ideology, politics, e.g., linked together by fate and forced to work together or get to know each other, eventually leading to some kind of reconciliation and mutual respect: The Defiant Ones, Grand Illusion, Heat of the Night - many variations on the theme - and a recent one, Tangerines, an Estonian-Georgian film production (first I've ever seen) is one of the best of the genre: soldiers from the opposing sides in a 1980s or 90s civil war in Georgia - one a Chechen mercenary (hired by the Russians, I would guess, though the film deftly side-steps that loaded issue) the other fighting for Georgian independence - both injured in a firefight and rescued by an elderly but very fit Estonian man (Estonians are an ethnic minority who have been leaving the wartorn country, but this man stays on to help a neighbor harvest a crop of the eponymous fruit). As the 2 soldiers recover, they despise one another, threaten each other's lives, almost come to blows - but out of respect to the Estonian pledge not to fight while they're in his house. Film is very tight and taut, only 4 major speaking parts (at times it seems as if it could have been a play - although the 3 scenes of firefights would strain the capacity of a stage) w/ actually no female parts at all. It may stretch credibility to believe that the two men could have shed their hatred and become so close so fast, but it does show that the two - one a pro soldier and the other, as we learn late in the film, an actor by profession but an awesome fighter - have more in common that civilians. The war of course seems pointless and brutal; the Georgian soldiers who 3 times crash the scene of this idyll are horrible thugs; but at the end there are some sad and uplifting moments, especially as we learn why the Estonian man stays on his small patch of land.