Sermon to The Fish (Balıqlara xütbə)

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Even if you win a war, what do you gain? Many soldiers have died, the economy is adversely affected and the remaining people have to live with survivor’s guilt. This is the question Sermon to The Fish, an Azeri film set in the aftermath of the war with Armenia in Nagorno-Karabakh, grapples with, a sincere arthouse attempt to depict the way war rots you from the inside, both figuratively, and also quite literally.

It’s a slow and static film, shot in the mountain and the desert, filled with silence, foreboding landscapes and characters taking their time to move from A to B. The oil fields are still pumping, but the lakes are drying up; the fish of the title seem to have disappeared alongside most of the men Not much happens in between, director Hilal Baydarov taking a contemplative approach in depicting his protagonists mired in endless stasis.

Davud (Orkhan Iskandarli) has returned from the war. If he was happy about the victory, he never shows it on his face, which is set to permanent resignation. His sister (Rana Asgarova) tells him that everyone else in the village has completely rotted, a metaphor for the way war impacts even those who claim to be victorious. She is equally sad, narrating the tale in a somber tone, the film infused with a religious, reverent feeling. As it progresses, she slowly covers up more of her body, the tenets of Islam interacting with a sense of self-loathing to an interesting degree, the subtleties of which may have been lost on me.

As a technical exercise, there is a lot to enjoy in this feature. The use of surround sound evokes memories that aren’t there but cannot be escaped, from the chatter of now dead soldiers to the bombs and gunfire of battle. We are immersed in the world of these characters, often shot The Searchers-like (John Ford, 1956) through windows, tiny shafts of light against an otherwise compressed and black frame. But beauty and craft alone cannot power what is often a repetitive and uninteresting text, relying entirely on its poetic framework to carry the experience. The long takes, especially the stunning final shot, are highly impressive, but there’s nothing here that couldn’t have been told in a more compact short film.

Baydarov has created a brave, critical film, scrubbing away nationalism to see what is left for day-to-day people after going through such difficult experiences. It will probably never play in Azerbaijan itself, but should have a modest festival run. Nonetheless, the inertness of the characters certainly seeps into the film itself, which shows little signs of life. While the characters often stay fixed in frame, like they are posing for a life drawing, a dog bounds in and out of the frame. Whether he has been trained or is simply reacting like a dog to the events of the film, he is the one source of animation and emotion that kept me invested in the film’s long, static stakes. Perhaps it helps that he doesn’t know about the war.

Sermon to the Fish plays in the Concorso internazionale section as part of the Locarno Film Festival, running from 3-13th August.

Should the Wind Drop (Si le Vent Tombe)

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Stepanakert Airport lies in Nagorno-Karabakh, an Armenian-occupied region that is situated inside the internationally recognised border of Azerbaijan. Built in 1974 by the Soviet Union, it hasn’t had any flights since the beginning of the Nagorno-Karabakh war in 1990. In fact, it’s nearly impossible for the airport to operate: if they fly outside of the republic’s borders, there is the very real chance that the Azerbaijani troops will shoot the plane down.

Should the Wind Drop uses this current reality as the backdrop from a fictional story, focused on a French engineer Alain’s (Grégoire Colin) audit of the airport to decide whether its ready for international flights. For the locals, including Alain’s driver Seirane (Arman Navasardyan) and airport owner Korune (David Hakobyan), this is a point of national pride: if they can have flights towards Yerevan, Moscow, and even Paris, then they will have to be recognised as their own country.

Shooting on location, director Nora Martirosyan stresses the reality of the Armenian people in this region, bringing to life a mostly unknown and unthought of part of the world. Alain’s difficult decision is directly juxtaposed with the life of a young boy who cuts across the airport’s weak fences in order to shorten his walking time. By directly contrasting the prospect of international flight with the on-the-ground reality, Should the Wind Drop gently reminds us of the very human stakes at play in the region.

Like Maria Sahakyan’s Mayak (2006), also set during war in the Caucasus, yet without any scenes of actual violence, Should the Wind Drop avoids obvious politicking in favour of a more poetic approach. We see the beauty of the rolling hills and the aridity of the grass, as well as the lived-in reality of cities, shops, restaurants and bars. Their country may not officially exist, but the people definitely do. They deserve a peaceful solution to their crisis.

Given the current situation in the region, Should the Wind Drop feels rather prophetic. One character describes the entire place like a volcano, somewhere that seems peaceful on the outside, but could blow up at any moment. This is stressed by the quietness and beauty of maybe of the epic, sweeping shots, allowing us to bask in the countryside. Should the Wind Drop may have frozen a precarious moment in time before the region descended once more into conflict.

With this outside entity of Alain given such a big decision in a region that he barely understands, Should The Wind Drop reads as an allegory of the way the West tries and fails to mediate conflict. The choice of a Frenchman is no accident: the French saved the people of Musa Dagh from annihilation, and also became the first European country to recognise the Armenian genocide. Yet even France (or Russia, or the USA) cannot be expected to be the saviours this time. The conflict is simply too dense for anyone outside of the region to fully understand.

In writing and researching this review, I have purposefully avoided declarative opinions on this difficult reality. After all, a mere film or a search on Google Earth cannot explain away a region and its vast, complicated history. But what a film can do is foster a sense of empathy for those living under such difficulties. By that metric, Should the Wind Drop is a quiet success.

Should the Wind Drop plays as part of the First Feature competition at Tallinn Black Nights Film Festival, running from 13th to 29th November. It was originally selected to show at this year’s Festival de Cannes (which was cancelled).