Siberiade

Siberiade

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The Russians are coming! The Russians are coming! Once the paranoiac’s rallying call to make known his fear of communism, now a sign of Kino’s efforts to bring to video some of the greatest monuments in Soviet cinema from the Cold War. First out of the gate is the very finest, Andrei Konchalovsky’s Siberiade, winner of two awards at Cannes in 1979, the same year laurels went to other works about war and resistance, from Apocalypse Now to Norma Rae, and one year before Konchalovsky’s frequent collaborator Andrei Tarkovsky stalked La Promenade de la Croissete. A sign of things to come, and walls to fall down, American and Russian film artists seemed to be working in tandem to sort through the rubble of their respective collective pasts and terrifying current states of affair.

Konchalovsky’s 260-minute totem to the Soviet spirit must have been rattling, a precursor of sorts to Elem Klimov’s Come and See (even Emir Kusturica’s Underground), prone to poetic abstraction and exuding a magical-realist’s reverence for history. Each part of the film is a decade-link in the Russian chain of history as seen and experienced by the people of a remote Siberian village, beginning in near-medieval dignity during the Russian Revolution and sprawling tragically toward the industrial present. Each segment of the film is a mini-masterpiece that gets to the core of the Yelan people’s obsessions, romances, and loyalties, set against and around sacred woods everlastingly skulked by a cute grizzly and eternal grandfather and above which geese dart and mark the skies and a northern star flickers with a haunting sense of majesty and fear.

Trees fall to the ground with great sadness, symbols of nightmare encroachments to come; people thrash their way toward boats, down misty rivers when human confrontation becomes impossible to bear; acidic swamps explode in flashes of fire during wartime; and a village gate is casually and callously bulldozed by men sent to siphon the Yelan people’s oil. Equally voluptuous is Knochalovsky’s filmmaking, which adopts the madness of his characters, never settling for complacency, sometimes collapsing into golden monochrome like a person trying to peer at the world through a hand across the face, trying to shield the painful red that spills from the guts of soldiers. Filling the gaps are brilliantly disconcerting transitions of Soviet history in motion, told in images that engage silent-film idiom but set to a thoroughly modern score by Eduard Artemyev. This is filmmaking of the rarest kind, greatly tugging on our heart and moral and political consciousness.

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DVD
Distributor
International Film Exchange
Runtime
260 min
Rating
NR
Year
1979
Director
Andrei Konchalovsky
Screenwriter
Andrei Konchalovsky
Cast
Natalya Andrejchenko, Sergei Shakurov, Vitali Solomin, Vladimir Samojlov, Ivan Dmitriyev, Konstantin Grigoryev, Lyudmila Gurchenko, Pavel Kadochniko, Mikhail Kononov, Yelena Koreneva, Yevgeni Leonov, Volodya Levitan, Nikita Mikhalkov, Ruslan Miqaberidze, Maksim Munzuk, Igor Okhlupin, Yevgeni Perov, Leonid Pleshakov, Vladimir Simonov, Nikolai Skorobogatov, Vadim Vilsky