the furniture movers
by Douglas Messerli
Otar Iosseliani and Erlom
Akhvlediani (writers), Otar Iosseliani (director) Ap’rili (April) / 1961,
released 1972
In
Georgian director Otar Iosseliani’s short film from 1961, April, just as the name of the month suggests, young love is in the
air. The young lovers living in the decaying city, however, have little place
to go, and, as they painfully leave each other in the morning, they seek out
alleyways, hallways, and even small corners of the busy city in order to kiss
goodbye.
The director establishes, accordingly, in
an almost dialogue-free fable that the old city is a world in which it is
difficult to be in love.
Soon, however, Iosseliani turns his
attention to the large housing units, showing us their development in just a
few frames, as they are converted from cement and lumber into rather ugly
fortresses into which the city musicians, dancers, and even the muscle-builder
suddenly converge. The young lovers have finally found a space, sitting on the
floor of their empty apartment in a kind of mindless swoon. Their kisses light
up the overhead bulb, while the faucet miraculously flows, and the stove jets
come alive in flame. The musicians play in joyous rapture until suddenly they
are drowned out: the furniture movers have arrived, dragging in all their
wood-wrought possessions and the glasses, plates, cups, vases, and other objects
to be placed into and around these homely creations.
One of the most nefarious of these object
movers, a neighbor of the lovers, goes about peeking into the key locks of his
neighbors, only to discover that the lovers have not only failed to lock their
doors, but have nothing to protect within—not even a bed. Intruding upon their
lives once more, he draws them out into the hall to show them their elderly
neighbors busily washing up their glassware in rooms stuffed with chairs,
tables, cupboards and other menacing “things.” The young lovers cannot even comprehend
what he is showing them, and return happily to their empty rooms.
Outraged by their inability to comprehend,
the busybody neighbor confers with other tenants, and in a short while brings
the couple a present of an overstuffed chair.
The appreciative couple brings in the
object, and before long we see beside it a small makeshift table. Within days,
they purchase couches, beds, and tables; they collect glass,
Now the time has come to clean everything,
and they, like the elderly couple shown them before, are busy shining up their
glassware, dusting off their objects. When the young girl goes to change the
flower vase however, the faucet refuses to cooperate. A quick kiss from her
husband has no effect. Another quick buss does nothing further. Before long he
has dropped and broken a drinking cup. She, about to break the vase in anger,
thinks again before doing in the expensive object, taking out her anger in
plates instead. For the first time in Iosseliani’s comedic statement, the
couple speak, garbling out their anger in Georgian: we have no need for a
translation. They are now clearly an angry married couple in the midst of a fight.
The busybody from above drops down to tell them to be quiet, only fanning the
flames of their rage.
The formerly loving couple is still at
war, but gradually, little by little, they move across their room of chairs and
beds nearer and nearer to each other, finally coming once more into contact.
With a kiss, the light switches on, the faucet flows, the stove lights up. A
photograph they have hung upon the wall of their old, ramshackle city dwelling
reminds them of what they previously had. Piece by piece, we see the couple’s
furniture being tossed out the window, the busybody furniture mover scurrying
out to check out what might be salvageable.
The couple returns to the country paradise
to which they once escaped, only to find that the tree near to which they
kissed has been cut down—presumably to create more furniture. No matter, they
are now free of possessions, in love once again.
It is hard to find any overt political
commentary in Iosseliani’s gentle satire. Yet the movie was not permitted to be
released for eleven years, forcing Iosseliani to temporarily give up
film-making from 1963-1965, during which he worked as a sailor on a fishing
boat and at a metallurgical factory. When his 1975 film, Pastaorali, was similarly shelved, the director left his native
land for France.
Los Angeles, July 13, 2012
Reprinted from International Cinema Review (July 2012).
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