In 1985
Russian filmmaker Elem Klimov released his epic, Soviet, anti-war film, Come
and See, based on novel I Am From the Fiery Village, by Ales
Adamovich, who co-wrote the screenplay with Klimov. By the time of its release, Klimov had fought
his own war against the Soviet authorities who had prevented filming, by
declaring a litany of typical Soviet threats and nonsense which forbade the
arts to portray realism (or anything deemed “controversial to the party) in
film. Soviet authorities tried
bargaining with him, promising that, with the acceptance of their suggested alterations
to his script, he could begin filming.
Klimov held fast in his refusal to budge on any scene or
suggestion. Somehow, his persistence paid
off, approval was finally granted, and he spent the next nine months filming
his uncompromised vision resulting in what many consider the greatest anti-war
film of all time. I certainly do.
Rarely has a
film’s title been so central, essential to, so completely tied into every
aspect of its storytelling, yet many audiences have had no idea of the reason
for its name. It is taken from the
Biblical prophecy of the Seven Seals, from the Book of Revelation
where the command of Come and See is used at the opening of the seals.
Most
pertinent to the film, in my opinion, is the opening of the Fourth Seal:
And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth
beast say, Come and see. And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name
that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto
them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger,
and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.
The story
centers on Flyora, a 14 year old boy who is witness to the Nazi occupation of
his village in (what is now) Belarus, as well as to the abuse of the villagers at
the hands of the invading German army.
Though a delicate lad, Flyora desires nothing more than to join the
resistance to fight and destroy the Nazis.
In his way, he sees this as a means to becoming a hero. He imagines great things. His mother begs him not to do this, and when
he refuses her desperate entreaties, she hands him an ax, commanding him to
kill her and his young sisters on the spot. Flyora finds this gesture, overdramatic
. . . a joke, but mother knows what is coming.
It is here we begin the chilling adventure, a nightmare from which there
is no turning back.
Physically
and mentally unprepared, Flyora plunges headfirst into a world of
unspeakable horror, becoming our eyes and ears, and together we witness the atrocities
only humans can bestow upon each other.
Things that leave scars on both body and soul. Things that haunt. Things that change us forever.
As the story
moves from village to village with the Nazis barbarousness increasing in each
scene, Klimov unleashes an unrelenting barrage of sound and images that move from
the realistic brutality of war to visions of near biblical fantasy. With Flyora we come and see . . . see the
burning of villages and villagers, parachuting Nazi forces dropping from the heavens,
land mines exploding, forests decimated, starvation, and abuse of earth and
humanity on every level. We can only
watch it as Flyora does: through a sort of hypnotic trance, a suspension of
disbelief . . . but it doesn’t work, as we
know full well, the reality sitting before us.
The blur between reality and hallucinogenic delusion is overwhelming, as
chimera and humanity fuse together into a monstrous whole.
There is a
moment in the film where, Klimov sensing the assault on eyes and ears is too
much, simply had to find some release for his audience before continuing, that
assault, and it is here the tearful, appropriately named Lacrymosa from Mozart’s
Requiem descends as a sort balm for the soul, yet still remains in, and
even heightens the surrealism that has engulfed us. That release is short lived, and by the
film’s end we learn the Nazis burned to the ground 728 Byelorussian villages
along with all inhabitants of them. One
can hardly fathom such devastation and loss, but history proves, over and over: this is what war brings. This is what we as humans do to one
another.
I first experienced
Come and See in its U.S. release in October of 1985. I walked out of the theatre shaken to my core
and stopped and had a whisky immediately afterwards, then went and locked
myself in a bathroom stall and wept a good two or three minutes before I could
present myself again.
Klimov
wanted non-professional actors to play all the roles, and this extended to 16-year-old
Aleksei Kravchenko whose portrayal of Flyora must surely be one of the more
astonishing debuts in film history.
In a
remarkable restoration, Janus Films cleaned up the original print and sound, to
a level that matches anything produced today.
It has been made available through a The Criterion Collection, edition (as
well as on their streaming channel) along with documentaries, interviews with
the filmmaker’s brother, the film’s star, Kravchenko, and survivors of the 1943
massacre.
The effect of watching Come and See again
several months ago was chilling. It was
even more so, watching it the other night as it played against the news of what’s
happening again in that same sector of the world. The irony is both inescapable and horrific in
how this, the greatest of anti-war films, was made by a country who spent
nearly a decade to prevent its being made.
Now, 37 years later, that same government is invading and destroying its
neighbor, Ukraine.
Sadly, like
so many great artists of the Soviet era, Klimov struggled from his very first
film with the Soviet censors, his 1975 film about Rasputin, denied being
screened for nine years. He died at 70
years old., never making another film after Come and See.
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