JAUJA B+
Argentina
Denmark France Mexico
Germany Brazil Netherlands
USA (109 mi) 2014
d: Lisandro Alonso Official site [Japan]
d: Lisandro Alonso Official site [Japan]
My films aren’t
narratives. I observe people, different moments, and I put them all together in
the film. The audience has to imagine or create something sitting in the chair.
—Lisandro Alonso, from Michael Guillen interview, August 28,
2009, Twitch: director interview
This may be the most accessible of all of Alonso’s films, most
of which are imbued with a plotless, dreamlike quality that resembles more of
an atmospheric state of mind than a coherent storyline. Every one of his films pits solitary men in
extremely barren and isolated circumstances in search of some largely
unknowable destiny, using little to no dialogue, where the harshness of the
desolate landscape offers a commentary on the difficult and often deteriorating
psychological state of mind. While all his
films include lengthy, uninterrupted wordless sequences bordering on the
abstract, this one does as well, while also offering a bit more clearly defined
dialogue and an actual historical backdrop, including a recognizable narrative
and more clues than usual that at least initially offer a map to begin with
before the journey takes us into unchartered territory, leading us into
mysteriously inexplicable destinations that remain elusive and ambiguous,
leaving each individual viewer something of a Rorschach test to make sense out
of. One thing’s for sure – a significant
amount of time passes which does seem to alter the landscape considerably,
where there is a final coda, much like there is in Pocahontas’s abrupt visit to
the ornate civilization of British royalty in Malick’s The New
World (2005), that in this film jumps ahead more than 100 years, offering
an unusual perspective to say the least.
Like Malick, the film begins in a specific moment in history, and while
never named, it is likely the 1870’s and early 1880’s campaign by Chile and
Argentina to wipe out the indigenous populations in Patagonia, and what might
be read as an allegory about colonialism soon takes a circuitous path through
mythology into an unrecognizable dreamscape, with touches of the supernatural
found along the way. No historical
background of this purge is provided, though in a time of Chilean expansion
into Patagonia, historian Ward Churchill has claimed that the indigenous Mapuche
population dropped from a total of half a million to 25,000 within a generation
as a result of the notoriously brutal military assault on the Kingdom of Araucania and Patagonia
that led to their subjugation. Coinciding
with the Chilean intrusion, Argentina General Julio Argentino Roca (who was eventually named
their President) was instructed to settle the frontier problem of Patagonia, which he did
by directing a military campaign known as the Conquest of the Desert, which established
Argentine dominance in the region and effectively ended the possibility of
Chilean expansion while also killing and displacing tens of thousands of
Indians from their traditional lands. Once
rid of Indians, ethnic European settlers eventually developed the lands for
agriculture, turning Argentina into an agricultural superpower in the early 20th
century. This is a particularly
contentious period of Argentinean history, where the Conquest is commemorated
on the 100 peso bill in Argentina, which some historians have claimed brought
Civilization to an otherwise wild frontier, opening the lands to European farmers,
while others have claimed it was little more than genocide.
Alonso has always used nonprofessional actors and written
his own material, though here he collaborates with a professional writer, Argentine
poet and novelist Fabián Casas, while working with an internationally
recognized star in Viggo Mortensen, who also contributes the music, as well as longtime
Aki Kaurismäki cameraman Timo Salminen, who certainly elevates the look and
production values of the film, where much of it, with the boxed frame and
rounded corners, is meant to resemble old photographs. Coming six years after his previous feature Liverpool (2008) that remains arguably his best work, and the first to feature
such extensive interior psychology, as does this follow up work, the film opens
with inner titles making reference to Jauja, an ancient Incan settlement founded
by the Spanish conquistadors that subsequently became Peru’s capital city,
suggestive of a land of plenty, or El Dorado, a mythical utopian paradise that
drew many on an endless quest for its discovery, but eventually driving them to
ruin. This “big lie” was invented to get
Europeans on board the ships in quest of adventure, where the inhospitable lands
that greeted them were endlessly desolate and empty, a sparsely populated
region at the southern tip of South America consisting of deserts, steppes, and
grasslands where only indigenous Indians roamed wild. Nonetheless, the lure of hidden riches suggests
Werner Herzog’s AGUIRRE, THE WRATH OF GOD (1972) and the ruthless Spanish
expeditions in search of lost cities filled with wealth and gold. This brief outline guides us to a journey
into a distant new world, where Danish captain Gunnar Dinesen (Viggo
Mortensen) and his fifteen year-old daughter Ingeborg (Viilbjørk Mallin
Agger) are stationed with the Argentine army at a remote coastal outpost in
Patagonia teeming with giant seals sunning themselves on the rocks, their
purpose only vaguely hinted at, as Dinesen is a military engineer, with dozens
of soldiers dispatched to dig trenches in the hot sun under his orders,
presumably hired to build up the army’s defenses for the Conquest. The film is uniquely set in two distinct
places and time periods, linking the past to the present, where the lengthy opening
sequence may all be a dream by Ingeborg, a young girl living in a Danish castle
in the present, imagining herself connected to Dinesen in some mysterious
way. Dressed in the finest European
fashion, she is of an age to be leered at by the crude and lecherous army
officers, whose racist regard for Indians is equally troubling, causing her
father some concern, but rather than allow them to indulge their pleasures, she
decides instead to run off into the wilderness with a handsome young soldier (Misael
Saavedra), where the outlying landscape becomes some idyllic natural
paradise. Dinesen quickly chases after
her, where the marshy grasslands turn into a desolate rocky terrain, as the
everpresent sounds of birds disappear altogether, leaving him alone in a
solitary existence where the changing topography only grows more empty and
barren, where he may as well be on the surface of the moon.
Through a long and treacherous journey, much of which
resembles the years-long search of Ethan Edwards in THE SEARCHERS (1956),
Dinesen loses all traces of his former self, where the very things that define
him, his map, his discipline, his hat, his firearm, and even his horse, are
lost along the way, where he’s forced to continue his seemingly endless journey
on foot, step by step, where the man is literally consumed by the enveloping
landscape of emptiness that stretches to infinity in all directions. With its similarly congested box shape and equally
futile search through the expanse of the arid desert, though in search of
water, the film parallels Kelly Reichardt’s Meek's
Cutoff (2010), as both reveal the aimless wanderings across a desolate
frontier, leading to a deteriorating state of mind as they run short of faith
and water. In one extraordinary
sequence, Dinesen rides off into the desert singing what is perhaps an army
song, where the accompanying piano and guitar composition was written by the
man seen drifting offscreen, where only the sound of his voice remains, as if
the reality of his existence has literally disappeared, crossing into
mythological territory. Action as we
know it has ceased to exist, replaced by signs of a treacherous journey, riding
horses, climbing mountains, or crawling through challenging landscapes. By then the pace of the film has slowed to a
crawl, yet he persists, where it becomes apparent that what he’s pursuing
exists only in dreams, long ago having lost any contact with reality. Like Antonioni’s Zabriskie
Point (1970), Hellman’s Two-Lane
Blacktop (1971), and Jarmusch’s Dead Man (1995), these are films that make
extraordinary use of natural landscapes, where man’s quest across the
wilderness gradually loses steam, where the context is altered over time, where
the original reality vanishes into thin air while something new emerges, driven
by a spiritual realm that is expressed in near hallucinogenic, dreamlike
imagery. His strength depleted from lack
of food and water, Dinesen follows a stray dog in an interesting parallel to
one of the last thoughts his daughter spoke, speaking of her desire to own a
dog, one that would follow her everywhere.
Little could he suspect, that’s exactly what Dinesen becomes late into
the film, blindly following every last trace of her, where the dog leads him
into a mountain cave where he encounters an elderly witch (Ghita Nørby), whose
pronouncements defy logic, making little sense initially, much like the witches
riddle from Macbeth, but the moment
resonates simply due to her mere presence, evoking unknowable mythological
destinies. “What is it that makes a life
function and move forward?” Like Alice
down the rabbit hole, where it all leads is a spiral into an inexplicably
mysterious abyss, coming out on the other side where a completely new world
exists in another time dimension, strangely connected to the original one, but curiously
different. In this case the end of the
journey is back at the beginning, where it takes an exceptional determination
and a willful plunge into the unknown to retrace those steps to board those same
ships for another journey in search of El Dorado, where European prosperity is
linked to this colonialist era of plundering the resources from distant
nations.
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