Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Shiny and New: Samsara


If the essence of cinema is visual storytelling, Samsara is the purest cinema experience of the year. Directed by Ron Fricke, it's a documentary without narration, dialogue or central characters — offering instead vivid image after vivid image, and just enough of a score to fill the void around them. Over the course of the 102-minute film, we see the majestic ruins of Petra, the towering skyline of Shanghai, the temples of Myanmar and so much more — beautiful, startling and devastating sights from 25 countries, captured over a five year period. Many of the images, particularly the timelapses of the night sky or the white and red ribbons of rush-hour traffic, are big-picture versions of what can already be found on Vimeo, often captured by relative amateurs in stunning resolution. But Samsara is more than just a marriage of top-notch technology (filmed in 70mm) and technique. There is an artistic voice here, too, in the unmistakable social/environmental commentary that takes shape over several portions of the documentary, and in the film's infectious awe for these pictures.

In 2012, this really has no business working. There was a time when moviegoers went to the theater to see things they never could on their own, but that was another era. The Internet, the limitless potential of CGI, the proliferation of image delivery systems and affordable image capturing systems, the boom of ecotourism and the increased convenience of transportation, it's all led to a world in which almost nothing seems mysterious or out of reach. Even the most remote sites are one finger tap away, and amateur vacation chronicles on YouTube enable us to see exactly what it looks like to visit nearly any site on the planet — and, hell, even destinations in space — without needing to get off the couch. So none of this should impress anymore (we've seen it all), and yet it does, because the epic nature of the exercise and exquisite cinematography make even the most familiar landmarks, like our own Monument Valley, seem exotic. In a nod to Madonna's "Like a Virgin," care of Quentin Tarantino's monologue in Reservoir Dogs, Samsara can make even the most world-wise moviegoer feel touched for the very first time.

Watching this movie, falling under its spell, reminded me of my childhood routine of spreading out on the floor to flip through issues of National Geographic, staring long and hard at images that, as the months went by, I'd gazed into several times before but never ceased to find compelling. Calling Samsara a movie version of National Geographic could be used as an insult, I suppose, but I don't mean it that way. What the celebrated stills from that magazine have in common with the images of this documentary is a heightened realism — rich colors, dramatic contrasts, framing and depth. This, to borrow a phrase from Werner Herzog — no stranger to dramatic images himself — is "ecstatic truth." And in an era in which Hollywood keeps trying to outdo itself in its CGI depictions of heightened reality, there's something special about being reminded just how breathtaking the world can be all on its own, whether we're looking at a sand painting, a waterfall, destruction from hurricane flooding or, in one of the most fantastic shots of the year, a white sea of Muslim worshipers participating in the Hajj, swarming and circling the Black Stone. Here, authenticity and awe are intertwined.

At times, Samsara is like an extended version of the creation sequence in The Tree of Life (like Terrence Malick, Fricke hasn't lost his wonder for the world), not just in terms of its spirit and cinematography but also because it chronicles the resilience and evolution of life. To see those simple holes carved into mountainsides is to marvel anew that man created those dwellings by hand, and survived that way for so long. It's a testament to what we're capable of. But what do we do with that capability now? Much of the second half of the movie observes man-made creations of mass production. Images of newly manufactured bullets and guns are chilling reminders of the never-ending strength of the death industry. Images of chickens and cattle being moved through enormous assembly lines challenge any wholesome notions we have about the food we eat. And then there are shots of the factory workers: stuffing chickens in crates all day, assembling guns all day, bagging home appliances all day, and so on. These are gruesome, awful jobs that look like prison sentences, not occupations, which seems increasingly unjust when we watch the YouTube-celebrity prisoners of Cebu Province Detention and Rehabilitation Center in the Philippines performing one of their elaborate dance sequences and having a much better time behind bars, at least in that moment.

Many will find such social commentary too heavy handed. In one instance, we see the end result of those food assembly lines: a family of overweight Americans shoveling fast-food into their mouths. Admittedly, that image seems out of step with the rest of the film at first. But maybe it isn't. Armed with so much potential, American society is choosing to fatten up like the livestock that make up our meals. Like it or not, this is who we are, as much as the face paint and weaponry of the Mursi village in Ethiopia is who they are. And if we don't find the portrait nearly as romantic, we have only ourselves to blame. Samsara reconnects us to the world, in all its glory, monotony and tragedy. Who could ask for more?

6 comments:

jake said...

"In a nod to Madonna's "Like a Virgin," care of Quentin Tarantino's monologue in Reservoir Dogs, Samsara can make even the most world-wise moviegoer feel touched for the very first time."

Cracked up at that, well done.

I assume you've seen the "Qatsi Trilogy," and I'd be curious to know how this (and "Baraka," also by Fricke, who was cinematographer on the first of the Qatsi trilogy, "Koyaanisqatsi") stack up against those three films. Those Philip Glass scores were always so haunting, and I definitely felt a sense of underlying dread during each of those movies (especially the third one).

If you've seen those Qatsi films, would you say that these match their levels of intensity?

And thanks for such prolific reviewing lately! I'm holding off on your "Anna Karenina" review because I'm reading it and looking forward to seeing it directly afterward. But I'll read your review after that.

Sam Juliano said...

"Watching this movie, falling under its spell, reminded me of my childhood routine of spreading out on the floor to flip through issues of National Geographic, staring long and hard at images that, as the months went by, I'd gazed into several times before but never ceased to find compelling."


I am also thinking of BARAKA here and of course the Reggio films that are slated fro Criterion blu-ray release, a fact that no doubt has those with a taste for high def ravishment ecstatic. I count myself in that company for sure and I rejoice in this splendid essay on a film that I am infuriated with myself for not seeing this point. I came close on two occasions, and one was even in front of the Landmark during it's run, but allowed myself to be persuaded to see another film in a decision I now regreat. Quite telling that you say this film "really had no business working" what with the endless availability of the internet's machinations. Great anecdote of the childhood adoration for National Geographic (one I must say I shared as well) but I fully understand your comparison point here is not at all meant to be insulting but in fact to elevate this experience. Your descriptive language in sizing the sensory appeal of the film is very exciting, and will immediately have me scouring through theatre listings to see if it's yet being screened even for one day, in advance of the blu-ray that is still due very soon from what i have read in the upcoming release list. Ok I get there may be some heavy-handed maneuverings here, but the comparion to the Tree of Life sequence in TREE OF LIFE is really the ultimate compliment.

I'm there and soon. Fabulous essay here in every sense!

Jason Bellamy said...

Jake: I've seen not quite half of BARAKA. (I'm struggling to remember the scenario that led to that.) Something I need to remedy. Have not seen the Qatsi Trilogy. Will add that to the list!

(And thanks for the kind words. It's been great to get more of a writing routine going; of course, the long weekend really helped. I'm hopeful 2013 will have more writing than 2012. And I'd like to start that now!)

Sam: Thanks much. I admit I ALMOST went to SAMSARA at least three times before finally seeing it. So glad I did. This could end up in my top 10 of the year.

Saqm Juliano said...

"There is an artistic voice here, too, in the unmistakable social/environmental commentary that takes shape over several portions of the documentary, and in the film's infectious awe for these pictures."

Well I can finally now corroborate this statement Jason, as Lucille and I traveled 11 miles to Westchester, New York last night to watch the film in the quaint 'Picture House Theatre' in the town of Pelham. The film was not playing in their main auditorium (which was showing THE INTOUCHABLES) but in their 14 seat "screening room", a new addition that provides blu-ray projection on a 16 ft screen and comfortable reclining sofa chairs. This theatre and rustic environs were quite a find, and a nice Italian restaurant to boot!

In any case, SAMSARA was often captivating and meditative, and I thought the soundtrack contained some sublime and haunting passages including the employment of the harp, organ, chorals and a talented African female. I didn't find that everything worked throughout, but that's the risk when the approach though discerning is till somewhat random. The disturbing sequences of conveyor line dismantling of food products from their sources recalls a recent documentary from Denmark about the systematic killing and pachaging of farm animals and FOOD INC., though the manner in which these sequences are presented in SAMSARA is more in the 'fast lane' spirit of the Italian MONDO CARNE, with it's off-the-beacon-track visual montages. I thought Fricke's previous BARAKA was more mystical and awe-inspiring, but I like the director's attention in SAMSARA to visual order and how crowd-filling screnes are united by color, movement and shape. There's no denying that there is an epic scope to this melting pot, and there are images here that become enveloping, intoxicating and mesmerizing. I am aware that the very best way to see this film would be on the very big screen as you saw it, but the blu-ray projection and the intimacy of the experience at least trumps any home viewing. I wasn't fully engaged with SAMSARA throughout, but the flashes of brilliance and the still unique presentation is one I don't regret availing myself of, and I fully attribute your great view for this impulsive burst of resolve. Lucille? Ah well, she was tired and it was her birthday yesterday. Ha!

Jason Bellamy said...

So she fell asleep I'm guessing? That's one way to meditate on the movie's images! Ha!

Indeed, sounds like a good experience overall. Thanks for weighing in. Yeah, not all of it works (he's a little too interested with that performance artist with the clay mask), but this movie sure hangs with me. And while it's great on a big screen, I'm sure I'll find it plenty engrossing in Blu-ray!

Sam Juliano said...

Aye Jason, my wife is a lovely person, but the movie theaters do often put her in that "meditative" state!

Another great point about the clay mask! But the movie does stay with you for sure.