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.

In Between Dying (Sepelenmis Ölümler Arasinda)

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Davud ( Orkhan Iskandarli) lives with his mother in Baku. She alleges that she is sick, and that she will die if she doesn’t take her pills. He is unmoved and departs without giving the old lady the medication. The visibly ill and disappointed mother begs God to forgive her son: “He’s not a bad person, he’s just young and doesn’t know what he’s doing”.

Davud jumps on his motorbike and hits the road. He heads to the verdant, foggy and mountainous fields near the Azerbaijani capital. He is pursued by three man attempting to stop him. They believe that Davud will inadvertently bring death to those along his way, despite having a good heart. The landscapes are bucolic, misty and mystical, the perfect backdrop for the mysterious and enigmatic story that follows.

The young man meets four women along his way, and he changes their lives forever. The first one has been chained up for years. She bites her father in her search for freedom. The second woman is oppressed and beaten by her husband. After talking to Davud, she gathers the courage to kill him. The third woman is fleeing an arranged marriage. Her chance meeting with the young man will trigger her to carry out an extreme act. The fourth woman wishes to be buried alive. All four encounters have a connection with death. Is Davud some sort of unwilling Grim Reaper? The answer will come at the end, as he returns to his ailing mother in Baku

The conversations are very long and protracted, dotted with subtle philosophic and poetic devices. The photography is equally meditative. The camera is quiet and still, except for the sequences in which it follows Davud’s motorbike. The takes are long and observational. So much that it is possible to see the fog shift, revealing a tree in the background. The white from the mist blends with the green from the mountains in order to create an exquisite picture of nature.

Baydarov’s slow-paced, conversational lyricism and quiet visuals are akin to Turkish director Nuri Bilge Ceylan in Once Upon a Time in Anatolia (2011) and The Wild Pear Tree (2018). The difference is that the Azerbaijani filmmaker is far more cryptic. Plus his film is a lot shorter, at just 92 minutes (compared to Ceylan’s runtime of three hours). It was produced by the enfant terrible of Mexican cinema, Carlos Reygadas.

In Between Dying is showing in Competition at the 77th Venice International Film Festival, which is taking place right now. It is unlikely to make it beyond the festival circuit, but still worth a view if you have the opportunity.