dividing infinity
by Douglas Messerli
Tadeusz Kwiatkowski (screenplay,
based on the novel by Jan Potocki), Wojciech Has (director) Rękopis znaleziony w Saragossie (The Saragossa Manuscript) / 1965,
restored edition, 2001
Potocki’s grand Borgesian-like book
from 1815 tells stories within stories within stories, creating a kind of
puzzle book of interlocking and often contradictory tales centering on a
Spanish officer’s ancestor. The audacity of Has’ adaptation of that fiction is
obvious from its earliest scenes, as an officer stumbles into Saragossa,
gunshots and charges of dynamite surrounding him. Seeking refuge in a small inn
he discovers a fascinating book with drawings. So entranced with the book is he
that when enemy soldiers come to arrest him, he refuses to look up, soon after
encouraging the Spanish enemy to translate the work for him.
The Spaniard’s ancestor, Alphonse Von Worden, is played by one of the
most notable of Polish actors, Zbigniew Cybulski, who only a few years earlier,
in 1958, had starred in Andrej Wajda’s great film, Ashes and Diamonds—after which he was described as the Polish James
Dean. Although still somewhat handsome, the star of Has’ film has lost he
youthful looks and is slightly overweight. His character, Alphonse, moreover,
is a fool, a stubbornly clumsy captain of the Walloon Guards, who with two
unwilling servants is seeking the shortest route through the Sierra Morena
Mountains on his way to Madrid.
The two men warn him against the route since it lies in haunted
territory, but Alphonse, claiming he does not believe in ghosts, ventures
forth, losing one of his retinue, his donkey, and provisions, and is forced to
stop for the night at an inn, Venta Quernada, whose owners, terrified of the
dead who revisit the town each night, abandon it at sunset. Although the inn
appears to be empty, Alphonse soon encounters a bare-breasted Tunisian woman
who leads him through several doors to a secret room wherein two Moorish
princesses, Emina (Iga Cembrzyńska) and Zibelda (Joanna Jędryka) are dining.
Both encourage him to make love, explaining that they are his cousins, the last
of his mother’s line, and that he must marry both of them in order to provide
heirs. They are, however, Islamic, he a Catholic, and they encourage him to
convert, which he refuses. Nonetheless, they seduce him, telling him that since
he will not convert that he can only visit them in his dreams, and serve him a
potion from a skull goblet to drink.
After a frightening night of noises in the chapel, the young fool-hardly
hero ventures forward once again, only this time to be captured by members of
the Spanish Inquisition, who begin to torture him before he is rescued by the
two Tunisian princesses and the Zoto brothers, who have somehow been
resurrected. In their rooms, once more, the two beauties again seduce Alfonse,
who in lovemaking is interrupted by the arrival of their father Sheikh Gomelez,
who gives Alfonse a choice of death or drinking from the skull goblet.
Alfonse awakens once more at the
gallows, this time encountering a cabalist who speaks in the abstract concepts
of numbers and their linguistic significance. They soon meet up with a
rationalist, a mathematician, who a short while before had been almost arrested
by the Spanish Inquisition, mistaking him for Alphonse. Not knowing which
direction to take—a situation that occurs throughout Alphonse’s travels—the
cabalist suggests they take refuge in his nearby castle.
The mathematician best summarizes,
perhaps, the first part of this incredible movie: “The human mind is willing to
accept anything, if it is used knowingly.”
Waking once more under the gallows, Alphonse discovers his original
servants to be still with him, as if all the previous adventures had been a
dream only. At a small inn in Saragossa, we observe him writing in the large
book the tales, presumably, we have just encountered—until he is told two
princesses are awaiting him. Tossing the book aside, he exits, the book landing
on the table precisely in the same spot where his descendant’s enemy had first
discovered it.
While many have described Has’ film as
“surrealist,” and Buñuel, himself, expressed admiration for the work, I would
characterize it as having more in common with Sergei Paradjanov’s staged tableaux vivants, like the illuminated
manuscript at the center of this work. And, although Has’ film was not without
success in Eastern Europe, winning the Golden Wolf award in the 1965 Bucharest
Film Festival, its greatness was obscured, in part, because it did not fit into
the realist concerns of the Polish Film School with which Has was first
connected, while the moral angst of later films by Wajda and other Polish directors
did not resonate with the more theatrical and static images represented in this
movie—just as Russian realism found no sympathy for the cinema of Paradjanov
and Tarkovsky. Fortunately, due to the labors of musician Jerry Garcia, and
filmmakers Martin Scorcese and Francis Ford Coppola, we can now watch a
restored version of this masterpiece.
Los Angeles, November 13, 2012
Reprinted from World Cinema Review (November 2012) and Reading Films: My
International Cinema (Los Angeles, Green Integer, 2012).





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