remembrance of things past
by Douglas Messerli
Apichatpong Weerasethakul (screenwriter
and director), ลุงบุญมีระลึกชาติ (Lung Bunmi
Raluek Chat) (Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives) / 2010
It’s always difficult to
characterize a film by Thai director Apichatpong Weerasethakul, because each
film is so original and clearly stands outside of the Western film-making
traditions, while still embracing certain of its tropes.
Weerasethakul creates extraordinarily quiet films, in which characters
sit for long periods of time without speaking, or wherein the director presents
long scenes, often filmed in nighttime, jungle locations in which the viewer
can barely see the images of animals or ghosts, let alone comprehend their
significance. Uncle Boonmee Who Can
Recall His Past Lives bears close relationships with Weerasethakul’s Tropical Malady, filmed in Northeastern
Thailand, the Isan region, bordering Laos.
This film, in fact, was part of a series of art installations,
documentaries, and films in 2009 devoted to that region of Thailand which
suffered the violent 1965 Thai army crackdown on Communist sympathizers, which
killed thousands. Like Tropical Malady
where we witness the capture and destruction of a tiger-man, in the new film
the director links this region to strange ghost and human-like animals that
were also destroyed in the army’s “rehabilitation” of the region.
Although the political ramifications of that period create a sub-theme
of Uncle Boonmee, the film is
primarily is a long series of meditations on larger issues, including love and
loss, the past and the present, actions and their moral ramifications, and,
most notably, issues of life and death.
The latter two suddenly show up at a family dinner and are greeted by
all, after a bit of wonderment, open, with amazing acceptance, leading to a
slightly surreal discussion of what their lives are now like and how they have
come to be there. It is Boonmee, of course, in his death throes that has drawn
them, and according to Bongsong, dozens of other spirits and monsters. But
their appearance, although based on Thai science-fiction figures Weersethakul
encountered as a child, frighten less than they produce a sense of awe, as we
realize that in this place and in the director’s universe the dead and alive,
the past and the present, and animal and human are all interlinked.
A later story about a
In a Weerasethakul work, all things interrelate, even if we cannot
comprehend the links he suggests. And this work is also about the
transformations of art—the visions we have of reality—particularly film, as the
director explores various cinematic styles, documentary mixed with epic
fantasy, old-style, almost silent-fiction-like acting with realist
psychological scenes. Weerasethakul’s own trademark experimentalism consisting
of what he, himself, describes as "my kind of film when you see long takes
of animals and people driving,” alternates with scenes reminding one of Thai
comic books and older Thai television shows. If this sounds “arty,” well, as
far as I’m concerned, given the artless film presentations of American cinema,
good for it! Weerasethakul’s films demand attention, but in their dark and
daring beauty enchant the viewer in the process. There are never easy answers
in this director’s works, but the questions they pose make his works matter in
a way that few contemporary films achieve.
Los Angeles, September 14, 2011
Reprinted from World Cinema Review (September 2011).
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