hatidze’s bees
by Douglas Messerli
Ljubomir Stefanov and Tamara Kotevska
(directors) Honeyland / 2018, USA 2019
As one reviewer commented it is almost hard to
believe that the new documentary Honeyland, set in an almost totally
unpopulated Macedonian territory, is not a scripted art-film. But when you
realize that the filmmakers Ljubomir Stefanoy and Tamara Kotevska spent three
years with their subjects, working in a hut without any indoor lighting in the
house of a middle-aged women (Hatidze Muratova, who looks alas far older than
her years) and her dying mother, Nazife, you begin to perceive that the golden
tones you are witnessing are those of firelight, of natural lighting, and the
landscape itself.
Much of the goldenness of this film has to do with the major activity of
Hatidze, beekeeping. She attends to bees, always in natural locations (a hidden
beehive high in a mountain pass, another in a local tree), the buzzing hives
members almost seeming to recognize her gentle relationship with them: she
takes, always, only half of their honey, leaving the rest for them to survive.
Although she has a bit of smoke to protect herself, they never seem to bite her.
Indeed, she, in her ochre blouse and deep green scarf, seems to take on all
challenges with great aplomb, including the caregiving to her 85-year-old
mother, who can no larger even sit up. As her mother, herself, realizes: “I’m
not dying, I’m just making your life misery.”
And it may have remained a land of “milk and honey” until the caravan of
Turkish neighbors suddenly arrives, setting up camp next to her and her
mother’s hut, with a passel of hungry children, a trailer truck, and an entire
herd of scrawny cows.
You might have thought that the quiet and secluded Hatidze might have
met their sudden intrusion with fury, but instead she greets them with
friendship, even taking one of the neighbor Hussein’s young sons into her
confidence, explaining how to be an expert beekeeper by taking only half of
everything they produce so that that they can survive as a colony. He is
entranced by her gentle explanations and is almost ready to become the son she
has never had.
At one point, her new neighbor even cuts into a tree in which the bees
have long inhabited, stealing some of the honey upon which Hatidze and her
mother have counted to help support their meager lives. Without even having to
speak, the film makes the dangers of inattention to nature and the greed of
intruders in such a natural environment. I suspect that these filmmakers had
not even imagined that their original movie about a sort of sacred creed with
the natural world would turn into a moral lesson for those who have no respect
for that world.
Although the Turk’s cows begin to calve, most of them die, which Hussein
claims is due to the inattention of his wife but is more likely a problem of
the lack of sufficient corn and other foods with which he feeds them.
Meanwhile, Hatidze and her mother, without their major source of living,
are forced to eat the Macedonian version of gruel, which Nazife refuses to
swallow, throwing her bowl to the floor, which their dog happily laps up, while
Hatidze, herself now near starvation, attempts to sweep up the remainder onto
her own plate.
With the death of the neighbor’s cows, Hussein and his family quickly
pack up and move on. But as winter settles into this outpost, Nazife also dies,
and Hatidze is forced to bury her mother while, without obviously saying so,
she is left with very little to eat. At one point we see her scooping up the
snow for something to drink.
As spring slowly returns, we see Hatidze return to the high mountain
retreat with which the movie begins. Her bees have come to life again, as she
carefully removing only one honeycomb, while leaving the rest. She eats half,
sharing the other with her pet dog. She will survive, we comprehend, better off
alone, or at least without her uncaring neighbors.
This Macedonian film is clearly an unattended metaphor for our lives
here in the US as well, except that it’s not the “outsiders” who threaten us as
much as it is from those within our country. Bees are now dying throughout the
world, and it is not only their honey that we are missing, but the flowers and
other plants they pollinate.
Los Angeles, August 14, 2019
Reprinted from World Cinema Review (August
2019).
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