Film Review
Brumes d'automne runs to just
under twelve minutes but it is one of the most hauntingly beautiful of
all films, a succinct cinematic poem that expresses so much about the
pain and futility of human existence and leaves you moved to tears by
the subtlety of its artistry. This is the most perfect and most
eloquent of all the films made by Dimitri Kirsanoff, one of the leading
figures in the Film Impressionist movement that was active in France
throughout the 1920s. As in his earlier masterpiece,
Ménilmontant
(1926), Kirsanoff crafts a visual poem of extraordinary power that
resonates with human feeling. The bleak autumn landscape
evokes the sense of desolation and disillusionment that we all
know so well when we reflect on the disappointments in our lives,
feelings that are rendered just as effectively in the captivating
portraits of the director's muse Nadia Sibirskaïa.
Of the four seasons, autumn is the one that seems to chime most easily
with the human spirit, a period of tender melancholy and mournful
regret that comforts and consoles in a way that no other season
can. John Keats' famous poem (
Season
of mists and mellow fruitfulness...) captures the essential
beauty of autumn in a few stanzas, and Kirsanoff's mesmeric short film
does the same, heightening our appreciation of a strange and wonderful
phase of the year which, of all the seasons, is the only one that
allows us to make meaning of the nonsense of life. A muddy
landscape inhabited only by the sad skeletal hulks of trees denuded of
their leaves, wreathed in a cold mist that washes out the distance into
a dreary grey as raindrops drip like tears into overflowing lakes and
puddles, and all the while Nature's heart feels fit to burst.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay,
where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
As we watch in rapture Kirsanoff's haunting elegy on life, the solemn
music of autumn rings in our ears and our hearts.
© James Travers 2015
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Film Synopsis
As autumn cloaks the world with her customary melancholia, as cold mists
descend and browning leaves fall from quivering trees onto the sodden ground, a solitary woman
looks back on her past life beside an open fire. Tearfully, she
throws faded letters onto the hungry flames as memories tinged with sorrow and
sadness flicker through her mind. Later, she leaves the sanctuary of her
home and ventures out of doors, to seek a reassuring communion with the
sweet solemnity of autumn...
© James Travers
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