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Saturday, November 3, 2012

Trial On the Road (Proverka na dorogakh)












TRIAL ON THE ROAD (Proverka na dorogakh)        A                    
Russia  (96 mi)  1971  ‘Scope  d:  Aleksei German

Set during the Battle of Stalingrad, one of the bloodiest battles in history leaving nearly two million dead, this is an uncommonly bleak war film, but one which perfectly captures the mood of Russian starvation and deprivation during the 3-year Nazi occupation of Belarus, exactly the same region portrayed in Elem Klimov's Come and See (Idi i smotri) (1985), where the German Army devoted 50,000 troops to rounding up and killing Jews, where somewhere between one and two million Soviet Jews were killed, also many thousands of Soviet civilians were executed, while millions died of starvation.  As they retreated from Ukraine and Belarus, the German occupiers applied a scorched earth policy, burning Belarusian villages to the ground, slaughtering all the inhabitants, literally attempting to wipe Russians off the face of the earth, leaving whatever civilians that survived to starve or die of exposure to the cold.  The maltreatment of the local population from this sadistically planned death march contributed to rising factions allied against the Nazi’s, including many non-Russian nationalists and anti-communists who allied with the Soviet partisans.  This film reflects some of that torn allegiance, based on a story Operation Happy New Year! inspired by real events documented by the director’s father Yuri, a friend of Gorky, also a playwright and war reporter, where the main character is a Junior Sergeant in the Red Army, Lazarev (Vladimir Zamanskiy), who in the early stages of World War II defects to the Nazi’s under mysterious circumstances, claiming he was forced along with many others, but by the winter of 1942 he turns himself back over to the Russian partisans, where he remains under intense scrutiny.  So long as he’s useful and can perform under duress, he’s welcomed by the more benevolent commander Lieutenant Lokotkov (Rolan Bykov), who may have a special assignment for him, while the more disciplined Party enforcer and most likely member of the secret police, is Major Petushkov, played by Tarkovsky favorite Anatoliy Solonitsyn, an intolerant and overly strict officer that repeatedly places him under arrest, continually testing his psychological fortitude.

The film was banned for 15 years due to the morally conflicted lead Russian character whose actions are paramount to wartime treason, hardly a fit example according to the teachings of the Party, remaining shelved until Party Chairman Mikhail Gorbachev released the film under the more lenient terms of glasnost.  The film joins the ranks of several other major Russian war masterpieces, Kalatozov’s eye-opening The Cranes Are Flying (Letyat zhuravli) (1957) or Larisa Shepitko’s (Elem Klimov’s wife) psychologically disturbing The Ascent (Voskhozhdeniye) (1977), each one challenging the Stalinist conception of what constitutes a Russian hero during wartime.  Perhaps the only character that fills the traditional role of Soviet hero is Petushkov, a Stalinist seen wearing a Chekist cap, the insignia of the secret police, but in the film, he comes across as severely intolerant and narrow minded, refusing to even consider the possibility that Lazarev is anything but a traitor to his country and deserves to be shot.  His view is reflected after the war, where the routine prison sentence for those who fought for the other side was 10 to 25 years, no questions asked, even when guns were pointed at their heads to force compliance.  This strict adherence to order (when there was no order) is more reminiscent of German ideology, refusing to consider the madness of war, where often decisions are made at the barrel of a gun, or perhaps to save someone else’s life, where a refusal to even look at the underlying psychological implications of changing sides seems to be incompatible with bravery or true heroism.  More likely the film takes notice of the small pleasures of Lokotkov, the everyday, ordinary man, often seen soaking his feet in hot water after a day spent marching through the snow, or enjoying a joke with his fellow soldiers, where he was a local policeman before the war, a man used to sizing up people during interrogations, where despite his previous errant behavior, he doesn’t view Lazarev as a threat to his men, but keeps a close eye on him.  His way of dealing with the situation is assigning the man hard work, where his performance will be duly noted.  The conflict between the two Russian officers is a major theme of the film, constantly probing for the existence of humanity during wartime. 

The film opens in a downpour of rain, where the austere realism couldn’t be more downbeat, reflecting the grim weariness of war, as soldiers are forced to move tanks and heavy artillery through oceans of mud, where they never dry off, leading to a deplorable mental state while also succumbing to a kind of battle rot that literally inhabits their bodies.  This  is one of the better films highlighting the extreme conditions of battle, including the paralyzing Soviet winter that precipitated massive fatalities on both sides due to starvation and freezing, literally taking the viewer into the heart of a small group of Russian partisans knee deep in the forest snows, occasionally making ambushes on the road, stealing whatever guns or provisions they can find, often surrounded by heavy woods, where they make their camp among the birch trees.  What follows afterwards is another isolated shot of a rural farmhouse where a woman (Maya Bulgakova) lives with two small children with no food or livestock, all stolen long ago, where her deteriorating state of mind leaves her in a paralyzed state of near madness, cursing the soldiers before following after them, as they are her only choice for survival.  From out of the woods, a lone soldier in a German uniform overpowers a young Russian partisan, but then hands him his rifle and turns himself in.  Thus begins a snowy and often bewildering journey of whether or not a man can clear his conscience and redeem the mistakes he’s made in his life.  Initially set for the firing squad, they have to move camp instantly due to an unexpected emergency, expressed in an eerie morning scene in the fog when marching German soldiers appear out of the fog, seen as silhouettes lining the entire landscape.  

Given a second chance, Lazarev has an opportunity to prove himself on the road, assassinating two Germans by himself, but when one gets a shot off before he dies, killing one of his Russian compatriots, Petushkov is sure the bullet was Lazarev’s, implicating him in murder even after risking his life, sending him into a tailspin of depression where he literally attempts suicide.  It is Lokotkov that slowly brings him back to life, giving him a chance to erase his disloyalty, but under no illusions about having betrayed his nation, where by now the terms hero and traitor have little significant meaning any more, where in the moral ambiguity of war it’s hard enough just to survive, sending him out on a still more dangerous mission, as they need to re-route a German supply train that can help feed his starving troops.  The film is interspersed with an absolutely haunting use of Russian music from Isaak Shvarts, who composed music for nearly 100 films, where one of the most unforgettable shots is seeing a barge packed with Russian POW’s as they float effortlessly down the river while the German guards play Russian music, where Lokotkov is perched overhead, set to blow up a German train crossing the bridge over the river, but he refuses to do so if it means killing so many Russian POW’s directly below when the train passes, where his refusal to act is in itself an act of courage.  The extended finale is a dazzling set piece in the snow, much of it seen from the vantage point of a watch tower, featuring tracking shots in and around the trains, also plenty of handheld camerawork from Lev Kolganov, B. Aleksandrovsky, and Yakov Skylansky, creating what is easily the most dramatic action sequence in the director’s career.  The film is considered the greatest Soviet feature film debut since Tarkovsky’s harrowing first film Ivan's Childhood (1962).