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Friday, July 20, 2012

Joris Ivens: Power and the Land

Shooting of one scene
(http://xroads.virginia.edu/~ma01/huffman/frontier/power.html)
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A documentary showing the struggle to bring electricity to rural areas of the United States.
(imdb)



I consider Joris Ivens a great poet of the quotidian, but here comes another vein of him: a fascination for the landscape (visible even in his most political movies). I read some place that Ivens, who considered himself firstly a political author, was actually looking in all his films for the landscape. He was making prose without knowing it.



(Joris Ivens)

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Monday, July 09, 2012

Komsomol

Poster of Astra Film Festival - Sibiu'2004
(where Ivens' Komsomol was also presented)
(http://www.astrafilm.ro/view-from-holland.aspx?year=2004)
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Komsomol (Песнь о героях) este dedicat tinerilor voluntari din Occident, care au participat la constructia marelui combinat de la Magnitogorsk in Muntii Urali, in timpul primului cincinal al lui Stalin. Filmul oferea occidentalilor din acea vreme o incursiune unica în realitatile sovietice. Imaginile puternice si forta montajului il transforma intr-o oda dedicata tinerilor voluntari.

[Komsomol (Песнь о героях) is dedicated to young volunteers from the West, who participated in the construction of the huge metallurgical work from Magnitogorsk in the Urals Mountains, during the first of Stalin's five-year plan. The film gave to the Westerners of that time a unique foray into realities. The strong images and the force of the editing turn the movie into an ode dedicated to young volunteers.]



One could say that Komsomol is a propaganda film, only Ivens believed totally in that propaganda. It's better to say that Komsomol is totally committed politically. Artistically, it is perfectly made: it was not only the total belief of Ivens in the Communist ideology, it was also his total belief in the Productionist approach in making a work of art. And, speaking now exclusively about the artistic qualities of this movie,  Ivens again, like in all his other films, is a poet of the quotidian. Well here Ivens pulls out the heroic from the quotidian, it is true; but he remains a poet of the quotidian (maybe he was making poetry sans le savoir, what about that?)


(Joris Ivens)

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Joris Ivens: Études de mouvements

(Bonjour Paris)
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The small, yet comfortable projection room shows a four-minute short from 1927 titled Études des mouvements à Paris by Joris Ivens. The silent film takes its name literally as viewers are shown shots of cars transversing past the Opéra Garnier and the Louvre, their tires occasionally sloshing through puddles, while policemen on horseback conduct traffic. The legs of pedestrians walk quickly and with purpose as the city's buses take people to work, all just a few years before The Great Depression hit.
Nicole Smith: Screening of Études des mouvements at an art gallery on Rue de Lille




Some images (for instance the one with the street car lines and all that stuff) call in mind Vertov's Человек с Киноаппаратом. But the movie of Vertov came two years later, in 1929. And then, Ivens is a bit different - he has some unique je ne sais quoi in all his movies. For him everything, rain, landscape, people (even in his politically engaged films), cars, a bridge lifted up and down with a train in waiting, everything is poetic meditation, everything is the image of a ballet. He is the poet of the quotidian. Watch each of his movies at least once cutting the sound, and you will be charmed by his poetry.

(Joris Ivens)

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Sunday, July 08, 2012

La Seine a rencontré Paris



Quotidian scenes of Paris along the quays beside the River Seine. Fishing, snoozing, cutting hair, washing clothes. Lovers embrace as nuns gaze. Students sketch, models pose. A diver recovers a boy's lost bicycle. C'est la vie. It's a river like any other. Sprightly accordion music rounds out the atmosphere.

The first film Joris Ivens made when he returned from Eastern Europe is a film poem about Paris and Parisian life on the borders of the Seine river.
(imdb)




A poem by Prévert meditated in images by Ivens. The voice of Serge Reggiani in a dialog with the camera. The love of Ivens for the simple things, the quotidian - finding the poetry in the quotidian, anonymous people in their anonymous quotidian preoccupations, anonymous landscapes, and sun, and clouds - Ivens has a special gift to caress the quotidian with his movie camera. La Seine a rencontré Paris - la rencontre de deux poètes - Seine has encountered Paris - the encounter of two poets.


Qui est la
Toujours là dans la ville
Et qui pourtant sans cesse arrive
Et qui pourtant sans cesse s’en va

C’est un fleuve
répond un enfant
un devineur de devinettes
Et puis l’œil brillant il ajoute
Et le fleuve s’appelle la Seine
Quand la ville s’appelle Paris
et la Seine c’est comme une personne
Des fois elle court elle va très vite
elle presse le pas quand tombe le soir
Des fois au printemps elle s’arrête
et vous regarde comme un miroir
et elle pleure si vous pleurez
ou sourit pour vous consoler
et toujours elle éclate de rire
quand arrive le soleil d’été
La Seine dit un chat
c’est une chatte
elle ronronne en me frôlant

Ou peut-être que c’est une souris
qui joue avec mois puis s’enfuit
La Seine c’est une belle fille de dans le temps
une jolie fille du French Cancan
dit un très vieil Old Man River
un gentleman de la misère
et dans l’écume du sillage
d’un lui aussi très vieux chaland
il retrouve les galantes images
du bon vieux temps tout froufroutant

La Seine
dit un manœuvre
un homme de peine de rêves de muscles et de sueur
La Seine c’est une usine
La Seine c’est le labeur
En amont en aval toujours la même manivelle
des fortunes de pinard de charbon et de blé
qui remontent et descendent le fleuve
en suivant le cours de la Bourse
des fortunes de bouteilles et de verre brisé
des trésors de ferraille rouillée
de vieux lits-cages abandonnés
ré-cu-pé-rés
La Seine
c’est une usine
même quand c’est la fraicheur
c’est toujours le labeur
c’est une chanson qui coule de source
Elle a la voix de la jeunesse
dit une amoureuse en souriant
une amoureuse du Vert-Galant
Une amoureuse de l’ile des cygnes
se dit la même chose en rêvant

La Seine
je la connais comme si je l’avais faite
dit un pilote de remorqueur au bleu de chauffe
            tout bariolé
tout bariolé de mazout et de soleil et de fumée
Un jour elle est folle de son corps
elle appelle ca le mascaret
le lendemain elle roupille comme un loir
et c’est tout comme un parquet bien briqué
Scabreuse dangereuse tumultueuse et rêveuse
            par-dessus le marché
Voilà comment qu’elle est
Malice caresse romance tendresse caprice
vacherie paresse
Si ca vous intéresse c’est son vrai pedigree

La Seine
c’est un fleuve comme un autre
dit d’une voix désabusée un monsieur correct et
            blasé
l’un des tout premiers passagers du grand tout
            dernier bateau-mouche touristique et pasteurisé
un fleuve avec des ponts des docks des quais
un fleuve avec des remous des égouts et de temps à
            autre un noyé
quand  ce n’est pas un chien crevé
avec des pécheurs à la ligne
et qui n’attrapent rien jamais
un fleuve comme un autre et je suis le premier à le
déplorer

Et la Seine qui l’entend sourit
et puis s’éloigne en chantonnant
Un fleuve comme un autre comme un autre comme
            un autre
un cours d’eau comme un autre cours d’eau
d’eau des glaciers et des torrents
et des lacs souterrains et des neiges fondues
des nuages disparus
Un fleuve comme un autre
comme la Durance ou le Guadalquivir
ou l’Amazone ou la Moselle
le Rhin la Tamise ou le Nil
Un fleuve comme le fleuve Amour
comme le fleuve Amour
chante la Seine épanouie
et la nuit la Voix lactée l’accompagne de sa tendre
rumeur dorée
et aussi la voix ferrée de son doux fracas coutumier

Comme le fleuve Amour
vous l’entendez la belle
vous l’entendez roucouler
dit un grand seigneur des berges
un estivant du quai de la Râpée
le fleuve Amour tu parles si je m’en balance
c’est pas un fleuve la Seine
c’est l’amour en personne
c’est ma petite rivière à moi
mon petit point du jour
mon petit tour du monde
les vacances de ma vie
Et le Louvre avec les Tuileries la Tour Eiffel la Tour
Pointue et Notre-Dame de l’Obélisque
la gare de Lyon ou d’Austerlitz
c’est mes châteaux de la Loire
la Seine
c’est ma Riviera
et moi je suis son vrai touriste

Et quand elle coule froide et nue en hurlante plainte
            contre inconnu
faudrait que j’aie mauvaise mémoire
pour l’appeler détresse misère ou désespoir
Faut tout de même pas confondre les contes de fées et
            les cauchemars
Aussi
quand dessous le Pont-Neuf le vent du dernier jour
soufflera ma bougie
quand je me retirerai des affaires de la vie
quand je serai définitivement à mon aise
au grand palace des allongés
à Bagneux au Père-Lachaise
je sourirai et me dirai

Il était une fois la Seine
il était une fois
il était une fois l’amour
il était une fois le malheur
et une autre fois l’oubli

Il était une fois la Seine
il était une fois la vie

(Joris Ivens)

(Jacques Prévert)

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Thursday, January 05, 2012

Joris Ivens: The Spanish Earth (1937)



The Spanish Earth (Tierra de España), made in 1937 by Joris Ivens, with a remarkable team of screenwriters: Lilian Hellman authored the story based on which John Dos Passos and Ernest Hemingway wrote the English narration (read in voice-off by Orson Welles - then Hemingway decided to use his own voice, replacing Wells, who remained credited, though). Jean Renoir wrote the French version of the narration. Hemingway and Dos Passos will broke their friendship later, as their life experiences will lead them to very different political views. But by that time all of them were very committed and this documentary about the Spanish Civil War is obviously totally partisan.

I found in Senses of Cinema an interesting remark about this movie: Ivens would return frequently in his films to man’s relationship with the land, and to water and irrigation. For some critics it is a major theme, and Ivens is sometimes seen less as a political filmmaker than a sort of frustrated nature poet. However, as in The Spanish Earth, the land and the water are frequently political in Ivens’ cinema, they are part of the struggle.





The Spanish Earth (1937): Part 1/6
(video by femalerevolution)




The Spanish Earth (1937): Part 2/6
(video by femalerevolution)




The Spanish Earth (1937): Part 3/6
(video by femalerevolution)




The Spanish Earth (1937): Part 4/6
(video by femalerevolution)




The Spanish Earth (1937): Part 5/6
(video by femalerevolution)




The Spanish Earth (1937): Part 6/6
(video by femalerevolution)




(Joris Ivens)


(Hemingway)

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Joris Ivens: Pour le Mistral (1965)


One of Joris Ivens's most poetic films is his first attempt to film the wind. With a beautiful photography, a powerful editing and a poetic commentary the film tries to make the wind visible and tangible. It starts in black and white, continues in color and ends in cinemascope to illustrate the force of the upcoming Mistral wind that blows in the south of France. It was difficult to find a producer for this film, for most people were rather skeptical to finance a film with an invisible main character. Finally Claude Nedjar was willing to produce the film, which despite many financial problems was finished in 1965.


The spirit of the Avant-garde of the 20's was still alive in 1965, the year when Joris Ivens made Pour le Mistral. The same Productionist credo as in De Brug and Philips-Radio, the same subtle poetry as in Regen. Actually here the Productionism goes well beyond its ideological burden: it is the endless struggle of the human against Universe (be it the mechanical world of factories and construction sites, be it the world of Mother Nature). Here the universe is the Mistral; only a wind as powerful as it can be, is invisible; we have here (like in Regen) a qualisign, the pure quality of the wind, sending us to the idea of Nature omnipotence; a Universe, almighty and blind, and a hero (the human) facing the Universe, struggling with it, living with it, endlessly. Day after day, times with calm weather, times with beastly wind, Times and Winds (to paraphrase Reha Erdem), each day like the one behind it, like the one after: the any space whatever, l'espace quelconque.

The beginning scenes called in my mind the beginning of ¡Que viva México!: the same feeling of Eternity. Should I say again a qualisign?


Pour le Mistral (1965): Part 1/3
(video by alextrebek323)





Pour le Mistral (1965): Part 2/3
(video by alextrebek323)





Pour le Mistral (1965): Part 3/3
(video by alextrebek323)


Dutch documentarian Joris Ivens's Pour le Mistral is his first attempt to film the wind. In Provence, in Southeast France on the Mediterranean, the wind rages and inhabitants resist the rage, as captured in a series of witty streetside freeze-frames. In one, a young woman tries restraining her bridal veil as she mounts the church steps. The heightened mode with which Ivens begins is somewhat correlative to the middle of things at the launch of a literary epic. A series of static shots of rough, daunting rock formations, suggesting ancient history, gives way to a modern aerial shot that is so high it shows an airplane below traversing the ground. We are back on Earth; is it the voice of Cosmos that we hear in the poetic commentary? The camera seems driven in a fluent, and rising, traveling shot through open landscape. The camera has become the wind. Farmers farm; sitting on the ground, a woman knits; boys rambunctiously play. It is as though the wind were humanity's invisible bloodstream. But then the rage comes: trees, first lightly danced upon, are thrashed by the howling wind; part of the roof is blown off a house. The contrast between shepherds, who love children and animals, and the dressed-up woman, en route to the theater, who is most concerned about her pearls, which the wind has torn from her neck and scattered: gratuitous; silly. Otherwise, the film deserves the documentary prize it won at Venice. The film passes from black-and-white to color. Prior to another raging gust, Nature appears calm and in gorgeous full bloom—like the burst of spring in Jean Renoir's The River (1951). Over the land the play of light and darkness suggests the influence of Eisenstein's The Old and the New (1929).


(Joris Ivens)

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(Filmele Avangardei)

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Sunday, March 30, 2008

De Brug (followed by Philips-Radio)



The bridge is De Hef (De Koningsbrug) over the Koningshaven, linking the Noordereiland with the Feijenoord districts of Rotterdam. It is a huge railroad lift bridge inaugurated in 1927, serving the Breda-Rotterdam line. De Hef is parallel with a smaller double bascule bridge (De Koninginnebrug) dedicated to the street traffic (this one replaced in 1929 an older swing bridge). I found a video on the web, showing the moment De Hef was assembled:



Koningsbrug te Rotterdam (1929)
(video by BeeldenGeluid)


Well, this bridge is De Brug: Joris Ivens created in 1929 a masterpiece. The miracle is that the masterpiece consists strictly in showing the process of operating the lift of the bridge: rising to allow a ship to pass bellow, coming down to allow the railway activity to go on.

Ivens (like Vertov) had a productionist approach. Productionism (производственичество) was one of the flavors of Constructivism (конструктивизм). There would be much to say, of course, about the strong political commitment of the Avant-Garde of the Twenties and the deep influence of their convictions into their art, but, to make it short: Productionist artists were interested mainly in capturing a process of production as an ongoing work. The result of the process was for them secondary. If you find this explanation too dry, then let's make use of a joke told by Yuri Tsivian in his analysis of Vertov's movies: a Productionist artist would have destroyed the building rather than the scaffolding.

So De Brug is a Productionist movie. Here is the plot, as synthesized by David Carless:

Close shots of a railway train underway: track racing underneath, steam escaping, cars coupling, gears ratcheting, signals changing. The train reaches a lift bridge which must rise to allow a merchantman to pass below... Bridge section and counterweight move choreographically. The balletic motion of beam relative to girder creates an elegant, abstract expression of the precision of technology... The lift operator sets the bridge to the correct height then returns it to the original position. The train carries on its way, passing prosaically over the ship canal.

And the question raises itself again: what makes it a masterpiece? The answer is that Ivens approached its subject with a deep poetic insight. The bridge became a whole universe, full of life, with all the charms and the unexpected twists, with all the knowns and the unknowns, with all the wonders, with all the inexorable, a universe full of much more than it let you see.

So there is a universe, the bridge. But this was not enough. The story needed also a character, to face the universe, to oppose it, to affirm its right to exist. This is the train, coming in front of the bridge, stopping, waiting till it's allowed to go on.

Yes, here is the mastercraft of Ivens: a prosaic train and bridge became engaged in a dialog full of intrinsic tension and majesty.

And here is the movie of Ivens, De Brug. Enjoy!





After De Brug, Regen will follow in the life of Ivens, maybe one of the greatest movies ever. De Brug is much less known, and that's a pity: you'll find in it the same poetical genius.

Philips-Radio was then made by Ivens, in 1931. I watched a fragment of it last year: the Corcoran Gallery in Washington, DC hosted an exhibition dedicated to the Avant-Garde of the Twenties.

Philips-Radio is much more clearly Productionist: the product is made in front of your eyes (it is much more like Man with a Movie Camera: the movie of Ivens shows the production of the radio devices while the movie of Vertov shows the production of the movie itself). Here is the plot for Philips-Radio, told by the same David Carless:

An industrial film which shows the operations inside the Philips Radio plant: In a mêlée of activity, glassblowers make delicate glass bulbs. Machinery assists the bulb manufacture. A virtuoso glassblower begins a more complex tube used in radio broadcasting; it is then turned, fired, and sculpted. Conveyors carry partially completed units. Workers perform their various specific assembly-line tasks. Cases are manufactured and machined, wire harnesses are assembled, loudspeakers are produced. As radios near completion, they are run through a series of tests. Engineers and draughtsmen define future developments. In a closing stop-motion sequence, in a style reminiscent of Norman McLaren, a group of loudspeakers performs a playful dance. The film overall is a poetic depiction of an industrial process.



Well, Philips-Radio is a Productionist work, that's obvious, though it shows an ambiguous attitude towards the industrial process. We are far from the enthusiasm in the movies of Vertov. Let's come back for a second to De Brug: we had there a universe (the bridge) and a character facing the universe (the train). Here in Philips-Radio, the universe is the manufacturing process, and no character comes to face it, to oppose it, to enter in dialogue, to affirm its right to exist (I repeated here the arguments that I used in speaking about De Brug). There are the workers, only they are just parts of the technological process: the process is not opposed by anything. And a universe not challenged by anything is ultimately a void world. Is it here a critique of the capitalist ways? I think so.


(Joris Ivens)

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Thursday, March 27, 2008

Regen of Ivens - Autumn in Varsovie of Ligeti


Watching Regen while thinking at Autumn in Varsovie. Listening Autumn in Varsovie while thinking at Regen... The movie of Ivens, the piano etude of Ligeti. It's 1929 and it is raining in Amsterdam, I'm thinking at an autumn in Warsaw. It's 1985 and it's autumn in Warsaw, I'm thinking at a rain in Amsterdam. I cannot dissociate them anymore.



Autumn in Warsaw! Its mutating chromatic chords and wild rhythms draw me inexorably into the vortex of the music, escalating to an exhilarating climax and concluding in a kind of controlled chaos (Joanna MacGregor performing).... not only does the pianist play in up to four different speeds at the same time, but an individual part of the texture can change speed over time from 3 to 4 to 5 to 7, speeding up gradually or slowing down. All these individual lines are played over an underlying gridwork of fast, regular pulsations; as one of the parts that changes speed criss-crosses this background of pulsating notes, fascinating patterns are created along the way (Ligeti and his influences)... titanic Autumn a Varsovie, where the lamento theme from the finale of the Horn Trio is simultaneously presented in multiple different rhythms. The music becomes darker and more complex until a fortissimo passage crashes down to the bottom note of the piano, ending the piece (Aimard performing).



Gilles Deleuze gives a wonderful reading of this film in which he argues that the film is no longer a representation of rain, but is attempting to give the viewer the feeling, or pure quality of rain, called a qualisign. The editing is not unlike Robert Bresson in the fragmentation and use of what Deleuze calls the any-space-whatever. In Rain the shots do not have a signed linear sequence, and have no forward movement in time (there is no character moving through the spaces, nothing to make one shot before or after another one in time). This means that all of the shots could have happened all at the exact same time, theoretically. This is one of the qualities of an any-space-whatever, a space in which the spatial and temporal potentials are deconnected (unlike a fiction or documentary film which has cohesive spatial and temporal dimensions) (Dick Whyte).



In 1932 Joris Ivens asked Lou Lichtveld (who also made the music for Philips Radio) to make a sound version of it, and in 1941 the film inspired Hanns Eisler to compose his Fourteen ways to describe rain in the context of a Film Music Project. I haven't yet had the chance to listen to the variations composed by Eisler, and I watched Regen with the music of Lichtveld.




I had read a lot about Regen - so when I watched it for the first time I was expecting a masterpiece. Something was not there - something was missing - or something was too much. I saw it for the second time. The images were fantastic - but something was impeding me to feel the masterpiece.

I thought that I was too tired - Regen was coming after two hours of watching other short movies, by Epstein, Eisenstein, Weinberg ... So I was definitely tired.

I took a break and went to the kitchen to eat something, then I came back. I saw it once more. I had an idea - I cut the sound - and I watched Regen again - and now I felt the masterpiece! It is a masterpiece. Only in its simplicity it has a grandeur, a greatness - and the music of Lou Lichtveld (which is fine) is not at the same level of greatness - of simplicity and greatness.

I saw it then several times - it is like a spell, it is binding you.

A very talented video artist (cbnjulie) created Weathered, as a homage to Regen of Ivens. Her choice for the music was Chopin's Nocturne No. 20.

I sent her a comment regarding the score for Regen: someone should try also with some more modern music, like Autumn in Varsovie. Because Regen is very modern in his cinematic language. It's not only that. It's true that Regen is balanced and flows quietly while Autumn in Varsovie is wild. It's true that Regen has a Mozartian poetry, a noble and generous insight, while Autumn in Varsovie is provocative. However, there is the same any-space-whatever (see the explanation of Deleuze) in Regen as it is in Autumn in Varsovie. Any fragment comes unexpected.



Of course, Regen is around 12 minutes long, while Autumn in Varsovie is much shorter. So my suggestion is impossible.

And it is also something else. Regen is in its images music so pure that it does not need sound.


(Joris Ivens)

(Musica Nova)

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