Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Nanook of the North

For some perspective, here is the first essay I wrote about Nanook of the North as part of my application to the film program, dated March 29, 2004:
"Nanook of the North is a charming documentary portraying the life of a family of Eskimos surviving in the Arctic. There is an element of honesty in filmmaking unmatched in most films, and it is this honesty that gives this film its charm, and invites the viewer to fall in love with this little family as they fight to live in an unforgiving climate.

"When we first see Nanook, it is obviously posing for the camera. He looks straight into the lens and smiles as big as we ever see him smile in the film. Throughout the film, we are very conscious of the fact that the family is not completely comfortable with a camera; often times they will stare at the camera and pause, looking quite unsure of themselves. The children will stop and make funny faces at the camera while going about their business, it is easy to see that these are real people, living real life, not actors trying to please the camera.

"This film does not set out to glamorize the Eskimo lifestyle, but rather to give an honest portrayal of their lives, and the footage we see is chosen accordingly. As the family treks across the ice, we are shown plenty of the children’s clumsy moments; it seems as if they are lying down almost as much as they are standing up. When Nanook stabs the seal through ahole in the ice, a struggle ensues, and we see him slip and fall and get pulled all over the ice.

"When Nanook is building the igloo, we see a very real picture of family life; the dad is working hard, the mother is helping, and the younger children slide down the snow as if they don’t have a care in the world. The building of the igloo fascinates us, yet these children see it as a boring and commonplace chore, and find other ways to spend their time. Their story has not been manipulated to make us like them, but the scenes we see make them a very believable family, and by the end we find ourselves wishing for more.”


Upon reading this essay, I was struck by two things: first, I was completely wrong. Second, I was completely right. Mostly, I was young. Still, my dialogue with past Erika in many ways represents a dialogue that Nanook invites many of its foreign viewers to have: these people are different from us, but they are just like us. Past Erika is different from me (don’t worry, we’ll leave past Erika alone in a little while, where she will gleefully trot off to her first semester in the film program), and yet many of the elements from that initial essay still hold true.

In "The Ontology of the Photographic Image", André Bazin makes a claim about photography that I find to be true (at least if the image is used appropriately and the viewer pays proper attention):
“The aesthetic qualities of photography are to be sought in its power to lay bare the realities […] Only the impassive lens, stripping its object of all those ways of seeing it, those piled up preconceptions, that spiritual dust and grime with which my eyes have covered it, is able to present it in all its virginal purity to my attention and consequently to my love” (169-170)

In the essays of Bazin that I have read (which, I admit, are all located in Film Theory and Criticism, and which most likely only represent a small part of what he believes), it seems that he is seeking a cinema of objectivity, but more importantly, he believes that a cinema of objectivity is a cinema of love.

Above all else, Nanook of the North is a film that loves its subjects, and a film that invites us to love them as well. Indeed, Barnouw reports that Flaherty himself cites this as the reason for making the film: “The urge that I had to make Nanook came from the way I felt about these people, my admiration for them” (45). While much could be made of the scenes that in some way demean Nanook (the scene with the gramophone being foremost among them), much more can be made of the loving way that this culture is documented. While I wince slightly at my previous characterization of Nanook as “charming”, I also can’t help but think that that is precisely what this film intends—we are meant to be charmed (or perhaps astounded) by these people and their lifestyle (or, to be more accurate, the lifestyle of their ancestors) not because they are quaint, but because they are capable. While Nanook likely hunts walruses with rifles in his everyday life, he and his fellow hunters are still capable of hunting with more primitive (as in first, primary, original) tools.

Bazin’s assertion the objectivity of cinema, its power to “lay bare the realities,” exposes the object to our love is clearly demonstrated throughout the film, but perhaps most clearly in the igloo construction scene. I have seen this scene in the film more than any other scene; I have discussed it with professors, peers, and sixth graders. Upon every screening, in every discussion, we just cannot get around the fact that this is an amazing scene. In this ritual, perhaps commonplace for Nanook (or perhaps not—his skill suggests it is, his real life context suggests it might not be), our eyes are opened to a world of ingenuity, skill, and beauty quite foreign to a modern context. Flaherty encourages and cultivates a sense of wonder in showing us this process, and he does so without any unnecessary encouragement from the filmmaker. Though the film’s poetic titles certainly pay tribute to the Eskimo and serve to orient us, much is left to the viewer. “One thing is needed,” leaves us curious; then epiphany strikes as we realize that the ice block is a window. These people are different from us; they are just like us. We also have homes, we also have windows. Everyone wants to let in the light.


Erika of 2004 claimed that this was an honest film, and despite the film’s various contrivances—this is not a real family, that was not a real seal hunt, we are not really inside an igloo (details which were obviously lost on me at the writing of the first essay)—I find this to be a true statement. Whereas I previously saw Nanook’s interaction with the camera as a sign of discomfort, I now see it as a bit of a wink at the audience; this is a collaborative film, and Nanook was most likely a voice in contributing to some of the scenes that we might find insensitive or offensive today (perhaps the gramophone encounter is a mockery of Nanook’s real thoughts when he first encountered a gramophone; maybe the fumbling seal hunt is his own (successful!) attempt at slapstick). The sheer duration of certain scenes—particularly the scene navigating the snow storm, which Barnouw likens visually to Eskimo drawings—does not lie; it cannot lie. Whatever contrivances exist, this is a real storm, this is real cold, and these are the people that choose to live in it. Though this might not be a family, these are social actors. In a move that pre-dates Neo-Realism, these actors existed before the camera started rolling, and they will exist long after. The film makes me want to believe it; I believe that Flaherty’s intentions were to explore and not exploit, to capture on film a way of life he found to be beautiful and meaningful. I believe that there is something profound to be learned from people whose ability to survive in the harshest of climates astounds me (the term primitive has come to have a negative connotation, as if things can only get better the farther removed they are from their origin. I’m all sorts of enthusiastic about technology, but I don’t know that we’ve gained anything by having children play video games instead of hunting hand-crafted snow polar bears). I believe that it is not challenging to love those who are different from us if we are willing to spend sufficient time with them. Nanook is a film born of a significant investment in the lives of these people, and it offers us the chance to spend some time with them as well, and in so doing, to learn to love the world.

References:
Barnouw, Erik. Documentary: A History of the Nonfiction Film. 2nd ed. New York: Oxford University, 1993. Print.

Bazin, AndrĂ©. “The Ontology of the Photographic Image.” Film Theory and Criticism. 6th ed. Ed. Braudy and Cohen. New York: Oxford University Press, 2004. 166-170. Print.

Friday, February 20, 2009

On Wedding Photography


Katie, this one's for you.

I've been thinking about photography lately, but wedding photography in particular, probably for two reasons. One, Katie's getting married, and so naturally I'm thinking about weddings in general, but there are other reasons too. In my class on Monday we talked about media and history, and our text book (which is in my office, so I'm going to approximate) poses the following thought: these days (and really, since the invention of the camera), cameras are so present to document things, it's almost as if something unphotographed is something that never happened.

We do all sorts of things for cameras that we wouldn't do otherwise: most notably, we are almost always smiling. Around many of our personal photos and snapshots, there is an air of artificiality. Did we take the photo because I was in the turtle, or did I get in the turtle so we could take the photo?

So, here the question emerges: what is photography for? Documenting a moment or creating one?

In my opinion, few types of photos typify this artificiality, this show we put on for the cameras, more than wedding photography (I guess I should be specific and acknowledge that by 'wedding photography' I specifically mean 'wedding photography that I see in Utah'). The notion that you're documenting an event is almost completely bogus--who naturally wants to spend time in a wedding dress walking around the temple and posing in random doors and windows and flowerbeds? If I recall, Brent and I actually had to climb over a flower bed to get next to that window for that picture above that I love so much. This is not documenting the event, it is creating one.

If this is the case, and wedding pictures are just a big show, why did I so insist not only on having them but on paying a good deal of money to ensure that I had nice ones? Why do I love them so much if I find most of them to be patently fake-y? The truth is, I think that wedding pictures play a very important role, especially in the LDS wedding.

First of all, when you take wedding photos, you are creating family art that can be enjoyed for a long time. But, I also feel like the process of taking posed wedding photos actually helps make the wedding feel more real. I'm sure that I'm not the only person who, after a lifetime of wondering what it would feel like to be married, was surprised to find that being married initially felt exactly like being single. I expected the marriage ceremony to be something amazingly transformative, and I was a little disappointed to know that despite the dress, the hair, the bouquet, etc., I didn't actually feel like a bride. It wasn't until I started acting the part in the photos that I really felt like I started to take on the role, to actually believe that I was married.

So, this is what wedding photos did for me--in posing as a bride, I started to feel like one. And this is why wedding photos are great. But don't mistake me--wedding videos that (ab)use this sort of artificiality are abominable.

And now with that, here is a shameless way for me to share some of my most favorite wedding photos with you.







Okay, due to technical difficulties of the "taking forever to upload pictures" variety, this is all you get.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

The Soundtrack of my Life

Clearly I need to post some more pictures, but that's not what this is about.

I have a challenge when listening to music that I wasn't really aware of until I had a film teacher who often brought in music that he wanted us to listen to and analyze--I have a really difficult time listening to lyrics. I tune in here and there, but actually concentrating on lyrics is really difficult for me.

This poses all sorts of difficulties, the most prevalent being that I often fall in love with a song first and then start sorting out the lyrics second, which means that occasionally I have to stop listening to a song once I realize what it's about (case in point: almost any song by Maroon 5. Love the beat, love the melody, and then comes the lyrics...).

The other day when Brent and I were watching Sailor Moon, it occurred to me that perhaps the reason I don't care about learning lyrics is that I spent my early teenage years (the years when most teenagers really start getting into music) listening to J-Pop almost exclusively. This was fun, but I never understood anything that was being said so I just learned to enjoy the beat and the melodies (and singing their random English phrases like "Miracle Romance"). Now even though I listen almost exclusively to songs in English, I still treat them as if they're in a foreign language.

Or, could it be that I could stand to listen to J-Pop because I already didn't care about understanding lyrics? Is J-Pop the chicken or the egg?

At any rate, I'm listening to Sondre Lerche right now, and I love the sound of his music. I think the last word he said was "nightingale" which seems poetic to me.

Sunday, January 25, 2009