Friday, May 27, 2011

Impressions of the Cave of Forgotten Dreams

Spent yesterday with my oldest brother, who is visiting from California, my karate black belt brother and my sister (aka the entire sibling clan). We ran around Austin in search of vegan dishes and unique places and, at the end of the day, landed at the new Violet Crown (a SoHo-esque art house theatre on 2nd street) and saw Werner Herzog's latest documentary, Cave of the Forgotten Dreams.



This film was inspired by an article that appeared in the New Yorker . Judith Thurman's New Yorker story documents the historical significance of the art and some of the conflicting views on its interpretation. It's worth reading before seeing the film (if you can manage that), so rich is the material it represents. I'd like to project this rock art on the walls of my apartment and live with them for a while.

Herzog does a fantastic job of capturing the wonder of Chauvet cave - preserving as much as possible the sense of climbing through a limestone portal and landing 32,000+ years in the past. The cave is severely limited to visitors to protect the integrity of the find, which dates to the Paleolithic Era. Although it contains the oldest known art on earth, Chauvet, like Lascaux and other rock art caves around the world, it was almost certainly used for ritual/rites-of-passage because there is no evidence of anything ever living there except cave bears and wolves.

The movie offers a kind of ecstatic truth that transcends the strictly logical mind. That sort of thing has a deep, resonating emotional appeal for me. And it appears to have a similar effect on the majority of audience members judging by its reception at film festivals and in theatres that still see the value in showing movies that aren't made for the blockbuster mindset. Here's Werner talking to students at AFI.

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