the star at the bottom of the well
by Douglas Messerli
Vladimir Bogomolov, Andrei Konchalovsky, Mikhail Papava, and Andrei
Tarkovsky (screenplay, based on a story by Vladimir Bogomolov), Andrei
Tarkovsky (director) Ivanovo detstvo (Ivan's Childhood) / 1962
As critics have pointed out,
in this film we can already see many of the elements of Tarkovsky's later
works: a detailed attention to nature, long focuses on isolate elements of a
scene which generate a feeling of abstraction, and scenarios suffused with
visual images that generate emotional and psychological reactions drawing the
viewer into the frame or—as Bazin might argue—pushing the film from the screen
into the real world.
From the very first frame of
this movie we already recognize its young hero as a ghost, a figure of another
time, who has lost his way—along with his soul and sanity—in a cruel world from
which he can no longer escape. Only in his fleeting dreams, or brief pauses to
catch his breath in his run from German territory, does Ivan (soulfully played
by Nikolai Burlyayev) get any respite from the realities of war and hate.
Galtsev is about to dismiss
the urchin, but with a determined insolence, Ivan insists that he call
Headquarters, Number 51, and report that he has arrived. The man at the other
end of the line, Lt-Colonel Gryaznov (Nikolai Grinko) demands that Galtsev give
the boy a pencil and paper so that he can make his report. Galtsev orders hot
water, tells the boy to strip, and helps to bathe him in a scene that quickly
becomes almost pedophilic, as it becomes quite clear the Lieutenant becomes psychologically
and sexually engaged with the beautiful boy. The child, refusing food, finishes
his report, chews a few bits of bread and falls asleep. Galtsev carefully tucks
a cover around the child. Within just a few minutes he has clearly fallen in
love with the waif.
Like Billy Budd, Ivan is
outwardly a sign of beauty and innocence, naturally drawing people to him;
within, however, and unlike Billy, he has become a machine of hate.
We soon discover how this
monster was created: his mother and sister have been killed by the Germans, and
Ivan, joining the partisans, saw his new friends trapped and murdered. He has
also seen, so he declares, the Maly Trostenets extermination camp.
In opposition to these
realities, presented mostly in Ivan's dreams, are paradisical memories, a ride
on the back of a truck filled with apples, which, falling to the beach are
joyfully gobbled up by horses. His sister and others innocently play
hide-and-seek; Ivan thrillingly races across the beach.
Gryaznov and others try to
convince Ivan to attend a military school away from the line of action, but he
refuses, threatening to return to the partisans, and Galtsev and his soldiers
are forced to take on the care and strategic use of the child.
Planning a surprise bombing
of the German camp, Captain Kholin, Lt. Galtsev, and Ivan slowly retrace Ivan's
former path of escape, the men at one point leaving Ivan to go forward on his
own, while they return, bringing with them two gruesomely hanged bodies of
their men as they pass.
Perhaps the worst thing
about being at the front line is the intense silences. In the middle of the
film, Kholin and the camp nurse, Masha, play out a game of sexual advancement
and retreat within a frighteningly still beech woods, the very silence of that
place hinting at the danger in their game. Now, the silence Kholin and Galtsev
encounter as they quietly return to their bunkers represents the failure of
Ivan's grenades to have exploded. Despite their denials, they know, and we
suspect, Ivan has been caught.
The last scene of
Tarkovsky's painful love letter to a lost past and the boy that symbolizes that
world takes place in Berlin at War's end. Together Galtsev and another of
Ivan's former military friends peruse the scattered files of those caught and
executed by the Germans. On the floor they miraculously discover Ivan's file,
noting he has been hung. Like so many of Tarkovsky's beautifully scared heroes,
Ivan is a victim of borders, being a child without a childhood, a man without
manhood, an innocent filled with hate, a lovely being killed before he could
come into full existence.
Los Angeles, February
2, 2010
Reprinted from Green Integer Blog
(February 2010).
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