Pictures of the Old World

           
      
           
Director:  Dusan Hanák
Year:  1972
Rating: 9.0

Country: Czechoslovakia

After reading this summary on IMDB, I figured how could I not watch this film.

"Pictures of the Old World is an unquestioned masterpiece of European documentary cinema, with existential radicalism that offers a contrast to the shallowness of hundreds of other documentary films showing images from the outskirts of civilization."





Ok - I am not really sure what the hell that means but after a little more reading I discovered that in 2000 it was voted by Slovakian critics to be the Best Slovak film of all time. Made in 1972 when Slovakia was part of Czechoslovakia of course. It had been censored for seventeen years. Not for its political content since it has none but for simply portraying life in all its rags.




It is in fact a remarkable film though it takes a while to realize that. It crawls into you and leaves a large echo of melancholy and wonder. I am not sure why exactly. But it speaks so poignantly to mortality, loss, getting old, nostalgia, loneliness. All the things that will catch up with us some day should we live long enough. The director Dusan Hanák goes to a rural area in the Tatra Mountains and interviews a number of elderly people. All of them seem a day away from Death knocking on their door and most of their teeth marched away a long time ago. Living on small bits of farmland in two room homes where pictures of family and Christ make up their décor.  Dusan follows them around and records them going through their daily chores, meals, reminisces of their past and thoughts about death. He mixes this up with stunning black and white still photographs, music and their ancient weather beaten worn out faces to create a collage of life.




There is the fellow who claims to be 100 and is still planting potatoes who talks of going into the army in 1908, the woman who visits a graveyard and leaves flowers for her dead husband, dead sister, dead child and a person who used to say hi to her, the fellow who lost the use of his legs decades before but drags himself around and works hard, the fellow who talks of how much girls used to like him. Lastly is a fellow with the wonderful moustache in the poster photo who talks of how much it hurt to lose his wife and how much he still misses her. All of them are lonely, on the last leg of life and it suddenly hits you that once they were young, they loved, they danced, they had ambitions; they didn't expect it to end up like this - and also that a version of this will be your life someday. At the same time they show nothing but dignity and an acceptance of their fate. In fact, they laugh at it. I hope I can be like that. He asks them what is valuable to you in life. Most don't initially have an answer but eventually come back with children, friends, religion. I thought my answer would be, my next breath.