Sebastião Salgado: Genesis

This is how the ICP (International Center of Photography) introduces the exhibition: ”Genesis is the third long-term series on global issues by world-renowned photographer Sebastião Salgado (born Brazil, 1944), following Workers (1993) and Migrations (2000). The result of an eight-year worldwide survey, the exhibition draws together more than 200 spectacular black-and-white photographs of wildlife, landscapes, seascapes, and indigenous peoples—raising public awareness about the pressing issues of environment and climate change.”

Right they are in using superlatives. It is an outstanding presentation of a great photographer’s fascinated interpretation of nature and people. So full of love, the black and white photographs are. Of course there is a message: Look at what a beautiful world we have!

The film by Wenders, “The Salt of the Earth”, co-directed by the son of the photographer Juliano Ribeiro Salgado, gives a fine insight to the way Salgado works and what he thinks about his profession, try to watch that when it comes to a cinema near you, and if you visit New York, it is a must to go to the ICP.

I have taken a still photo from Wenders film to accompany this text – there are cp on all Salgado’s work – but google him and you will find the Genesis photos. An inspiration for all documentarians.

http://www.icp.org/museum/exhibitions

On the Bowery

I was there yesterday – on the bowery in New York. And of course remembered the 1956 docufiction classic by Lionel Rogosin. That carries the title “On the Bowery”. Back in the hotel I watched the trailer of the film, beautiful images, strong social document. You can get it from the distributor Milestones, and that is exactly what it is according to Martin Scorcese:

“A milestone in American cinema… On the Bowery is very special to me… Rogosin’s film is so true to my memories of that place and that time. He accomplished his goal, of portraying the lives of the people who wound up on the Bowery, as simply and honestly and compassionately as possible. It’s a rare achievement.”

The changed Bowery has a great museum, New Museum, that right now hosts a colour- and joyful exhibition of the British artist Chris Ofili, to be strongly recommended for his sensual portraits of African women. His small “Afromuses 1995-2005”, 26 diptychs, watercolor and pencil on paper, are attractive and unpretentious, as are the huge paintings. The exhibition runs until end of January 2015.

http://www.ontheboweryfilm.com

www.newmuseum.org

Dokumania: Sume – Lyden af en revolution

Op til det grønlandske valg torsdag den 28. november sender DR2 Dokumania allerede nu på tirsdag den 25. november 20:45 grønlænderen Inuk Silis Høeghs dokumentarfilm “Sume – lyden af en revolution”. Jeg skrev om filmen her på  Filmkommentaren 10. oktober og konkluderede blandt andet: “Den er en uomgængelig film, en uundværlig film, en forpligtelse som historisk overvejelse, som politisk historisk dokument, som musikhistorisk, som kulturhistorisk dokument, en politisk ideologisk pamflet, som vil blive stående sådan i filmhistorien…”

SUME – LYDEN AF EN REVOLUTION

Det handler om rockbandet Sume fra 70’erne. Det var sammensat af grønlændere, som studerede i København. Hovedpersonerne i filmen er Malik Høegh, forrest i billedet og Per Berthelsen. Høegh skrev teksterne dengang og var forsanger, Berthelsen var midtpunkt i musikken og bandets organisation. Teksterne var skrevet på grønlandsk og de var i deres indhold dybt kritiske mod den danske grønlandspolitik. Musikken var stærkt i familie med den samtidige amerikanske rock. Det var uhørt med politisk rock på grønlandsk på det tidspunkt, og det spredte sig overalt i det grønlandske samfund i København og hurtigt også i Grønland. Filmen skildrer det som en folkelig vækkelse, men den udnytter det ikke til linje i det filmiske forløb.

De to var venner, og jeg tror også, at deres forholds udvikling kunne være blevet filmens drivkraft. Imidlertid er den udvikling ganske fredelig, og selv bruddet og skilsmissen stilfærdig. Så er der lp’erne som kom hurtigt efter hinanden og alle var successer, der er imidlertid ikke en filmhistorisk linje at følge fra år til år. Heller ikke en politisk udvikling i karaktererne for eksempel, skønt netop disse år er vigtige, turbulente og farverige i grønlandsk politisk historie, og Sume nært knyttet til løsrivelsestankernes hovedpersoner. Årtiet skildres som en tilstand, ikke som en dynamik, og dog får jeg en vag en fornemmelse af kronologi, selv om jeg hurtigt bekymret mister overblik og orientering. Hvor er jeg henne i fremstillingen?

Jeg er alligevel oprigtigt glad for den film, ser den igen og har fortsat lyst til at dykke ned i detaljer. Og hvorfor nu det? Der er naturligvis musikken, hvor en række numre og sange inkluderes i nær ved fuld længde i forløbet. Musikken er sådan set alene filmen værd. Men der er jo også det filmiske. Jeg blev allerede ved første gennemsyn ekstra opmærksom ved titlen på en af Sumes smukke sange, ”Qullissat”. Den by kender jeg fra noget ondt i noget godt. Her i denne fremmede verden, denne fremmede musik, dette fremmede sprog, en stolt kultur, som jeg ved, jeg er så forpligtet på, her er der pludselig noget, jeg ved lidt om i forvejen. Denne smukke, ulykkelige by er en del af også min erindring, min fortid. Det er fordi Aqqaluk Lynges og Per Kirkebys film har levet i mig, siden jeg så den i 1972 første gang, og formet mit billede af det grønlandske.

Min yndlingsscene fra ”Da myndighederne sagde stop”, som filmen hedder, indgår et sted i arkivmaterialet i ”Sume”. Det er Teit Jørgensens tætte indendørs optagelse med en mand fra byen, som, mens han ryger en cigaret og hans barn lytter med, fortæller om situationen. Byen er nedlagt, alle skal flyttes fra deres huse til, for en stor del tror jeg det var, lejligheder i Nuuks boligblokke. Jeg husker styrken ved den scene er dens længde, samværet, barnet som giver sig til at lege med røgen fra cigaretten. Den fortælling, den scene, er meget lang, måske er det en grønlandsk æstetik, at fortællinger er langsomme ligesom sproget? (Det burde jeg finde ud af). Udsagnet består af det, manden fortæller og meget af det, har jeg faktisk glemt, men filmscenens øvrige fortælling, for eksempel om stemningen i det hjem, livsrytmen der, trygheden til nu, lyset og farverne står tydeligt for mig. Men Inuk Silis Høegh og Per K. Kirkegaard klipper væk umiddelbart efter den sætning, de vil bruge. De kan ikke vente på, at scenens udsagn er færdigt, vente på, at den dør af sig selv, som på den gamle europæiske måde. De henter deres dokumentarfilmgreb fra en amerikansk æstetisk tradition, fuldstændig som Sume henter sit musikalske greb et tilsvarende sted, forstår jeg. Så det hænger meget godt sammen. Når man kritiserer noget, må man foreslå noget andet, aktivt stille noget andet i stedet, forklarer Malik Høegh stilfærdigt ansvarligt et sted i sit lange, gennemgående interview. Og der er derefter tilsvarende panoreringen over de smukke og alvorlige, tomme huse (Teit Jørgensen kunne det igen være), som de klipper sammen med en medvirkendes vemodige fortælling om at have boet i eget træhus i den lille bygd i generationer og nu som person, familie, kultur har måttet acceptere lejligheden i boligblokken af beton, en panorering, som rummer Inuk Høegs og Kirkegaards films politiske udsagn, endnu et punkt i deres stilfærdigt argumenterede nutidige anklageskrift. Som det gør mere og mere ondt at tilegne sig.

Jeg havde ellers problemer med valget af arkivmateriale, især når det er brugt som dækbilleder ved musiknumrene. Og kun ét sted fandt jeg ved første gennemsyn en rigtig smuk løsning. Det var ved sanglinjen, ”klatrer op ad klippevæggen…”, hvortil der klippes en fin lille drømmesekvens og så klippes til en tilsvarende nænsomt skildret del af interviewet med Helene Risager, som har lyttet til nummeret sammen med mig og sukker som jeg. Og derfor tænker jeg, at de andre musiknumres billedside kunne være fine på hver deres måde, i hver deres stil. Der måtte da være et system? Jeg blev ved med at være i tvivl, så jeg måtte se filmen igen, og jeg blev rykket en del, så jeg må igen snart se filmen igen…

Og især lokker Henrik Bohn Ipsens smukke interviewbilleder. De er alle i sig selv klogt og følsomt komponerede, indfølte portrætter af de medvirkende, og intervieweren, vel instruktøren selv, følger det kongenialt (lyder det bestemt til, alt fra ham er klippet væk). Jeg kunne lytte og lytte til disse mennesker længe, længe. Og sært nok er der i arkivmaterialet et tv-interview fra 1976 med på sin vis tilsvarende kvalitet. Sume er i ”Musikhjørnet”, og Malik Høegh er på. Og han gør næsten magisk det gamle tv-interview mærkeligt nutidigt! Jeg bliver glad, vil det skal fortsætte, men Kirkegaard har andre planer, og der klippes til filmens interview med Malik Høegh, og denne voksne mand fortsætter, som var intet hændt. Han var så fonuftig dengang, og sådan er han stadig, og jeg bliver glad og vil, at det skal fortsætte. Men, men… jeg er i de opklippede samtalers filmæstetik. Per K. Kirkegaards før/nu klip bruges tilsvarende (blot til stills i arkivmaterialet) ved de andre medvirkende musikere, fans og politikere. Alle behandles ens, det er ordentligt og fint og gribende med et lille smil og et lille stik af vemod, af smerte. De fremstilles som flotte folk, de er flotte folk.

”Sume – lyden af en revolution” er en uomgængelig film, en uundværlig film, en forpligtelse som historisk overvejelse, som politisk historisk dokument, som musikhistorisk, som kulturhistorisk dokument, en politisk ideologisk pamflet, som vil blive stående sådan i filmhistorien, men jeg tror den er problematisk som kunstværk, nok fordi den ikke er tænkt som filmkunst. I hvert fald ikke konsekvent. Ipsen, Høegh og Kirkegaard har tilsyneladende valgt at se filmens ambition som historieskrivning og måske også haft et ønske om en revolutionær gentagelse ude i den politiske virkelighed i dag og har villet lave et kampskrift i forlængelse af Sumes værk.

Og som sådan fungerer filmen sørme interessestimulerende og oprørende, også for uvidende som mig. Jeg bliver faktisk dybt optaget (vil spontant læse grønlandsk historie) og meget vred (ser mig omkring, hvor kan jeg engagere mig?), altså uomgængelig, uundværlig, ja, afgørende vigtig som dokument…

Grønland 2014, 72 min.

Proposal to continue DOX Magazine in print

All members of EDN received this mail yesterday before the General Assembly to be held at the General Assembly at idfa in Amsterdam. The proposal will be presented by PeÅ Holmquist:

Dear EDN member,
In relation with the General Assembly of Sunday, November 23d, we received one written proposal, to be discussed during the meeting in Amsterdam.
We”re forwarding the text of the proposal, as received by the EDN office.

Proposal to continue DOX Magazine in print

The three of us have expressed our strong disappointment with the decision to stop the printed version of the DOX Magazine. Many have shared our concern at losing an important forum for nurturing the documentary culture and the genre as an art form.

As Emma Davie has put it: If EDN focuses just on the business of documentary and not the culture behind it, it runs the risk of forgetting to feed the creativity which the market needs to thrive on. Films like “The Act of Killing” do well not because they have listened to a market but because they come from a passion, an enquiry into form, an awareness of a tradition behind it. This enquiry is fed so little in any magazine. DOX is unique for providing us with inspiration in this way. We need this as filmmakers to survive in this business as much as any strategies for dealing with dwindling tv sales…

We are aware of the difficult financial situation of EDN and from the Executive Report 2014, we can also see that the announced DOX Onlinewill be part of a new communication strategy of EDN, and not an independent magazine.

Therefore we ask the General Assembly to decide that the Executive Committee and the management of EDN finds the necessary budget to publish _one comprehensive_ _yearly_ printed issue of DOX Magazine, independently edited. It could come out in connection with a festival like idfa and thus be able to have advertisement to cover much of the costs. Also it would not be difficult to find editors to do the job for free.

It also, importantly, places EDN at the centre of being seen to support the creative documentary and keep it alive. People will keep, use and refer to the magazine whether they are filmmakers, funders, academics or audiences.

Emma Davie / PeÅ Holmquist /Tue Steen Müller / 2014, November 13

Idfa, Ally Derks and Leo Messi

Idfa started yesterday, the International Documentary Film Festival Amsterdam, the 27th edition, amazing it is in itself, and ” what differentiates IDFA from other European doc festivals is its appeal to public audiences and professionals alike”, a quote from realscreen (link below), very right so, there is definitely an audience for documentaries in Amsterdam, in the Netherlands, and idfa has had a key role in building it to what it is today.

Realscreen has an interview with Ally Derks (photo), who founded the festival and is its charismatic leader, recommends some films and admits wonderfully that even if she comes from the country of football, from where Johan Cruyff comes, the man who stood behind a new way of playing football and implemented his philosophy at FB Barcelona, that she did not know Messi!

She talks about Álex de la Iglesia’s documentary about the best football player in the world: …“I liked the film but I had no idea who [Messi] was. He’s like God,” she says – explaining that all screenings of Messi sold out an hour after its selection to IDFA was announced on local television…”

Ally Derks is of course asked whether she senses any competition from other documentary film festivals like DOKLeipzig and cph:dox, her answer is ““The fact is that our festival is so big that there is, for us, not really a competition,” she explains. “We compete more with Berlin and Sundance, which are also fiction festivals. And the good thing is that Sheffield and Toronto [International Film Festival] and Hot Docs are later in the year.”

As for the film about Messi, it is a film that appeals enormously to this blogger – it is about Messi and the director has invited all the ex-players, the colleagues of Messi, Argentinian coaches and relatives and friends to talk about him in a restaurant! With many clips from Messi’s matches, goals and goals, AND mise-en-scenes from his childhood with mum and dad. Yes, in restaurants we enjoy good food and talk football!

Read more: http://realscreen.com/2014/11/19/idfa-14-festival-head-derks-tips-fire-burning-men-and-war/#ixzz3JZZ7qyoW

Laura Poitras: Citizenfour

This is by every standard a remarkable film – not because it tells us about the extensive surveillance of all but everybody, but because we get to meet an otherwise obscured person of such significance to today’s society and because the access and the tension are unsurpassed. Even if the whole film only consisted of the scenes in the Hong Kong hotel room where the director meets whistleblower Ed Snowden and journalist Glenn Greenwald, it would still be a remarkable film. Come to think of it: It would be an even better film. And with THAT approach (and a small buildup to those hotel scenes) it would possibly have been one of the most thrilling documentary films with a capital F.

The filmmaker is enough of a filmmaker to acknowledge this but in my view also too much of an activist-journalist to completely trust us to gather info elsewhere on the subject matter. But we all have, haven’t we? And I don’t need it here. I want to be in that hotel room – I want to feel the natural excitement, the anxiety and the occasional relief.

Yes, the subject matter is of great importance, and too much awareness is not a bad thing. Only here I feel, that what we non-criminal regular-Joe-spectators need is to feel the power of the authorities – not to be told about it. I know I oversimplify things in the film a bit here, but the core of hotel scenes does it so splendidly. It’s a radical form of observational cinema which is really getting to you, and that’s the way I’d rather think about this film.

This review will self-destruct 10 sec. after your reading.

USA, Germany, 114 mins.

Tabitha Jackson and Herz Frank

Sundance Documentary Film Program director Tabitha Jackson talked at the DOC NYC, the documentary film festival that runs in new York right now, until the 20th of November. Jackson who used to work at Channel 4 in London, and was one of those commissioning editors that I always loved to have at a panel in EDN workshops, because she was able to formulate constructive criticism and not just say ”yes” or ”no”, presented the profile and policy of the Sundance Documentary Film Program saying that “The lingua franca of non-fiction filmmaking should be the language of cinema and not the language of grant applications.”

There is a fine report on Jackson’s keynote speech at the festival in the “Filmmaker” – what I loved to read – a quote – was this:

… she found a rallying cry for sensitive and artistically compelling documentary practice in the work and words of Latvian filmmaker Herz Frank, whose 10 Minutes Older, an excerpt of which she screened, contained for Jackson “every emotion you might experience in an entire lifetime” in the single shot of a child watching a puppet show.

She quoted from Frank’s writings: “The first rule of the documentary filmmaker is, have the patience to observe life. If you are observant, if you look not only with your eyes but also with your heart, then life for sure will present you with some particular discovery. And then the reality recorded by you will gain an artistic point of view, become inline with art and always excite people. The facts and events will become old — they become history — but the feelings we felt regarding those events stay with us. Therefore, art is the only living bridge between people of various generations and time periods.”

http://filmmakermagazine.com

CPH:DOX 2014 /Nanna Frank Møller

ET CIVILISERET LAND af Nanna Frank Møller

”Soldiers from Denmark they took their guns and put in the face of your wife…?”

 

Filmen åbner lige på med retsmedicineren Jørgen Lange Thomsen, som undersøger og obducerer et kvindelig, som han midt i sin stilfærdige, professionelle og omhyggelige nøgternhed omtaler som hun. Dette er et menneske, retsmedicineren viser det ærbødighed. Det er en forbilledlig smuk scene, rolig og ligetil. Klar og præcis. Så har han en replik, hvor han fordømmer tortur: ”Min dybeste overbevisning er, at for at være et civiliseret menneske, så skal man ikke være hyllet i den stærkestes ret. Altså enhver lovgivning skal efter min mening være baseret i det udsagn, først og fremmest, den stærkeste har ikke mere ret end den svageste. Det er urimeligt, uretfærdigt, urigtigt, fordømmelsesværdigt, at nogle mennesker skal have lov til at pine og plage andre fysisk, fordi de ikke kan lide dem.”

Dette er titelsekvensen. Den er forbilledlig. Klar og præcis. Det er en fornem jounalistisk vinkling, som filminstruktøren Nanna Frank Møller med sikker hånd forsyner sin film med. Hun har to ligevægtede medvirkende, juristen Christian Harlang og retsmedicineren Jørgen Lange Thomsen. Begge dybt professsionelle, forankrede i deres fag. Frank Møllers greb er at lade retsmedicineren formulere filmens etisk-juridiske grundlag, dens folkelige retsopfattelse. Han er her lægmand, som filmen og dens instruktør, som jeg, der ser den og nikker: ja, et civiliseret menneske…

Så er filmen i gang med sin udredning, som jeg mærker vil udvikle sig til det alvorligste anklageskrift, forbilledligt bygget op, klart og præcist. Uomgængeligt. Fortællerstemmen forklarer nøgternt afdæmpet, at det drejer sig om Green Desert operationen i Irak den 25. november 2004, hvor danske, britiske og irakiske styrker under dansk ledelse anholdt 36 civile irakere og afleverede dem til irakisk politi, hvor de måske blev udsat for tortur, som danskerne måske overværede, måske deltog i. Jeg nikker, jeg er i en retssag, dette er anklagen. Filmen er skriftet. Det er rystende, men klart og præcist. Jeg kan kun anbefale at se filmen på DR2 i aften.

Danmark 2014, 71 min. Havde premiere på CPH:DOX 2014 6. november. Sendes på DR2 Dokumania i aften 18. november 20:45!

http://cphdox.dk/screening/et-civiliseret-land

CPH:DOX distribuerer Citizenfour i Danmark

“Vi er både overraskede og enormt glade for den modtagelse ‘Citizenfour’ har fået. Vi har aldrig nogensinde oplevet en lignende interesse for en film i festivalens historie. Det er udenfor diskussion én af de væsentligste historier, der endnu er fortalt om Edward Snowden og omfanget af NSAs masseovervågning. Den store publikums-interesse vidner om en befolkningsmæssig interesse i at forstå de demokratiske implikationer af overvågning og vel også i et videre perspektiv, hvad det indebærer at handle i dette felt som civil borger. Interessen kommer ikke kun fra København men hele landet og derfor har vi nu besluttet at distribuere den nationalt.” siger Tine Fischer, festivaldirektør for CPH:DOX.

Her er hvor filmen kan ses:

København: Grand Teatret (fra 20. november)

Århus: Øst for Paradis (fra 20. november)

Aalborg: Biffen (fra 20. november)

Odense: Café Biografen (fra 27. november)

Kolding: Nicolai Biograf (udvalgte datoer i december)

Marcq My Son the Terrorist/Toomistu Soviet Hippies

Around three weeks ago I had a pleasure attending Leipzig Networking Days, a much anticipated annual pitching event brought about by Documentary Campus in the framework of its development workshop Masterschool. It was my third time at the event and I always see it as a wonderful opportunity to get informed about the up and coming films that are still in the making. Since I no longer work for Documentary Campus, nor do I partake in the selection process of Masterschool projects, I was pleasantly surprised to see it venture out the beaten path. Besides classical documentaries of human interest and social issues, this year’s programme perked up with a couple of nature/wildlife documentaries (“Killing Bambi” and “Scarface”), occasional thematic amalgams (“Sex and Oysters” and its transdisciplinary ‘food/sex/science’ bend), and projects of a cross-media nature (“Dressed To Kill”).

Since Masterschool is a development workshop that presents its projects to the public in the form of a conventional 8-minute pitch, I feel in no position to offer an exhaustive review of the films’ dramaturgy or their visual approaches. Nevertheless, I would not want to miss an opportunity to introduce you to two of the pitched projects that I personally consider compelling. The first and one of my personal favorites is the project “My Son, The Terrorist” by a UK-based production company Latimer Films. “My Son, The Terrorist” is directed by Nick Marcq, the person behind the BAFTA-nominated film The Real Notting Hill (which, as I have learned, was his first feature) and produced by the former Channel Four commissioning editor Tamara Abood and Matthew Hay, whose name some might recollect thanks to his rather polemical “Going To The Dogs” for the Cutting Edge documentary strand on Channel Four.

As the title explicitly suggests, the film recounts a story of “radicalization through the prism of the mothers” whose sons had sunk into the cycle of on-going brutality and ravaging. The statement borrowed from the film’s synopsis that goes, “Behind every horror is a perpetrator and behind every perpetrator – a mother,” seems to propel the film. Set against

the backdrop of the fast approaching 15th anniversary of 9/11 and ISIS expansion that has recently “flooded our airwaves,” the film brings a human face to an incognito war. However, it is not the faces of the perpetrators that the film primarily sheds light on, it is the faces of their mothers who are struggling to come to terms with the horrors their sons had committed while carrying on with their daily lives cognizant of the fact that their sons had been complicit in the death of thousands. In exploring this struggle, the film draws its inspiration from the 2011 Lynne Ramsay’s “We Need To Talk About Kevin” which too tells a story of a mother who is trying to reconcile with the gruesome actions of her son. In “My Son, The Terrorist” that mother is Aicha Moussaoui, the nurturer of Zacharias, the so-called 20th bomber and the only person convicted of the 9/11 attacks. Zacharias’ journey into violent extremism dates back to 1990 when he departed for London to “perfect his English.” Zacharias’ mother is not alone who is desperately trying to rewind the tape and trace back the sprouts of her son’s radicalization from the time when he was just a public school boy who “love[d] laughing, love[d] joking, love[d] living” to the time when he became an atrocious part of the public narrative and collective memories. The story of his descent into violent extremism is explored in the frame of a larger process of the global jihad recruitment. In the end, if the film remains faithful to its plan to fuse observational documentary, family archive/home video footage, online content, and social media, it might accomplish something more than chronicling the journey of radicalization of juvenile students of Islam as seen through the eyes of their mothers – it might lay bare an inbred phenomenon of today’s violent extremism, which some Western security experts have informally termed as “jihad cool”, a practice employed by the social media savvy terrorist organizations that have shifted their recruitment operations from the secret terror cells and closed membership forums to publicly available social networking platforms that utilize a mainstream format appealing to the MTV generation in order to convert hundreds of bedroom radicals into the sojourners of the “holy” war. Now I am well aware that the latter might be a topic of a whole new film, which was likely not what Marcq was going for. Nevertheless, I am delighted about the manifold routes that the film can take in seeking humanity in the place where it has never been sought before.

The second project of my choice, a dramatically different film in the manner it treats its theme, is “Soviet Hippies” (photo) by an Estonian filmmaker Terje Toomistu. Previously a multidisciplinary video-exhibition, “Soviet Hippies” was launched in the spring of 2013 at the Estonian National Museum in Tartu. The exhibition hosted over 12 000 visitors before moving to Vancouver, Malmö, and Uppsala. From the outset, Toomistu’s artistic interest in the project has been lying across the queer realities and cultural memory, as she herself put it. The trailer presented at Leipzig pitch sketched the film’s visual approach, intercutting what one might expect from such a film – an archival footage and interviews. What is particular to this film is the use of animations. Toomistu noted that in her film she wanted to make use of animations and illustrations to “bring to focus the extraordinary visual archives unknown to Western audiences.” She explained her approach by stating that under the Soviet rule the sole means to express a distinct feel of the era was through animations and children’s book illustrations. Personally, the idea of interlacing the varied imagery seems not only visually stimulating, but also thematically symbiotic as it might trigger tensions between subjective and objective truths born in a “systema” of the Soviet hippies that had to reside within the overbearing totalitarian system. The film aspires to unearth traces of the past with a patchwork of interviews generously given by the first Soviet hippies from Estonia. Aare was one of the first: then an 18-year old school boy in Tallin, he was joined by his friends, a magician Wiedemann turned into a London business consultant and a “funny tailor” Dormidontov who during the Soviet times sewed the caught on bell-bottoms made of curtain fabrics, “the only available colorful cloth in the black and white Soviet world.” The vivid personal stories are then canvassed against wider socio-historical contexts and seasoned with the relish of the bygone era. And what might be greater than a character-driven film that comes off to capture a moment in time? The film calls to mind the contentious yet fascinating generation of the “artists, musicians, freaks and vagabonds” who auspiciously constituted a paramount creative resistance against the grinding system that regarded any outlying cultural influence a poison that “infected” the Soviet youth.