by Joel Bocko
What comes to mind when you hear the words “extraordinary stories”? An adventurous journey down a long river, pursuing a strange and possibly illicit mission? A mysterious murder, witnessed by a man who flees and hides from his pursuers while unraveling the crime? A journey spanning years and continents, in pursuit of a buried treasure? Is it war which quickens the pulse, with its threat of violent death and suggestion of enemies hidden away in the jungle, waiting to launch a guerrilla attack? Or perhaps you are a romantic, and your extraordinary story would involve an enigmatic woman, whose enchanted entrance into your life seems to foreshadow an implicit departure – one which arrives one day, confirming your suspicions while breaking your heart. As you’ll notice, the title of Argentinian writer/director Mariano Llinás’ remarkable film is plural. Not one but all of these storylines are pursued (simultaneously, no less), with surprising results.
The movie still awaits anything approaching a “wide” release (it was shown at the L.A. Film Festival in June, and at the Music Hall in Portsmouth, NH as part of the Maine International Film Festival.) Sometimes, of course, a story is heightened by anticipation, though one hopes in this case anticipation has its reward. Still, the film is worth discussing now, its presence worth sharing like a hidden secret, one almost worth a treasure map of its own. Though no map could cover Historias Extraordinarias‘ roaming journeys, or do justice to the intricacy and richness of the experience. Nor could a map convey the most extraordinary aspect of these stories: the way they are told. For it is not the destinations of a journey which are most important, nor even the journey itself, per se. Rather it is the details accumulated along the way which glue us to the page or the screen.
A surprising fact about Historias Extraordinarias: there is virtually no dialogue (and what there is serves more as background noise than conversation). Yet the film is not silent. Far from it – the story has a narrator, and he never shuts up. Every scene is narrated from beginning to end, with our storyteller informing us not only of what is happening, but also what the characters are thinking – and occasionally what the narrator himself is thinking, regardless of the characters. Needless to say, voiceovers violate the Golden Rule of Screenwriting 101: show, don’t tell. Llinás’ narrator tells, and tells, and tells, to the point where the film could be considered an oration first and foremost, with the visuals as illustrations along the way.
Of course, this conception would be deeply flawed. Historias Extraordinarias is a motion picture, after all, and the visuals are absolutely essential to the storytelling, because Llinás has set in play a delicate dance between imagination and observation. All of those previously laid-out storylines unfold within a plausibly mundane and unpredictable universe. The treasure hunter comes across his clues while working in a provincial backwater bureaucracy. The river which one adventurer traverses is the most unpresuming body of water in Argentina. While the murder is real enough, it is never clear that the murderers actually saw their witness, and so his hideout stretches on and on in the uncertainty that he actually needs to hide from anything at all.
All of this is conveyed in a relaxed visual style, echoing documentary and further convincing us that we are situated in something close to the real world, albeit with slightly magical underpinnings. That plotlines are allowed to dissipate, while new distractions arise (the treasure hunter pauses his search to live with a farming family; the river-comber joins forces with a saboteur and both are arrested by police) only adds to the richness of the experience. Occasionally, an aside rises from the horizon and takes over the movie for a passage: when the fugitive sees a report about a missing woman, he connects her to the murder he observed, and even concocts an elaborate backstory for her involvement and disappearance.
An erroneous supposition, in fact; as Llinás is eager to reveal, her true story has nothing to do with the crime. However, the narrator is so fascinated by the possibilities of this other story that he launches into the woman’s history, a tale of a free spirit bound at times to different men, only to break their hearts and fly away. It is a telling episode, for this mysterious lover’s restlessness is reflected by the film around her. Historias Extraordinarias flows not with the relentless forward motion of classical storytelling but with an almost musical logic, allowing its subtle passions and inclinations to guide it down one path or another. Leisure is the essential element here: Llinás has allowed his stories room to breathe, and the air grows fresher with each new breath its characters draw.
The film has its flaws. Its loose and informal style draws the viewer remarkably close to the characters and events, but can also appear amateurish at times. For example, a character speculates on the identity of some criminals, and we are shown black-and-white silhouettes with question marks over their faces. The effect is embarrassing, like something out of a chintzy 90s computer project. Likewise, it is hard for Llinás’ narrative to sustain more overtly adventurous elements; the strain shows when an old man narrates a World War II episode. Suddenly it seems Llinás is trying too hard – we are never quite convinced we are in the war, and the attempt to force a conclusion butts up against the rest of the film’s steady admonition to go with the flow.
However, these are minor drawbacks to an astonishing accomplishment. More often, Llinás’ visuals intrigue with their reticence; his home-movie views of backwater Argentina glorify and romanticize the mundane in a way that more bombastic filmmaking never can. Meanwhile, the constant flow of the narration frees the visuals – they are no longer forced to carry the weight of the storytelling by themselves, and so we can behold them with a fresh wonder, as revelations in and of themselves, with no double purposes. The images free the narrator as well; he does not need to describe what we are seeing or attempt to paint a picture in our minds. Instead, he can scratch beneath the surface by making piquant observations about office workers who would rather grapple with a problem than solve it (as it makes a pleasant distraction), or suggesting the subtle shifts in relationship between the treasure hunter and the daughters of the old farmer.
Together, the independent yet mutually beneficial relationship of the visuals and narration reinforces the sense of freedom, of limitless opportunities. Here we touch upon the root delight in hearing, and sometimes in telling, stories: not knowing where we’re going, and not wanting to know. I have only seen Historias Extraordinarias once (indeed, I do not know when I’ll have my next opportunity, unfortunately) but I suspect this impression of unpredictability will remain upon revisiting. After all, the cinéma vérité atmosphere will continue to hint at unfolded discoveries beyond the horizon, and the intensely focused, termitic passion should continue to fascinate (an observation of a street romance, building day after day, from a motel window; a documentary reconstruction of the life of a rogue architect, who eschewed urban work for nearly demonic bureaucratic projects in the provinces…fictional? I hope so.)
Above all, the stories and the style create their own sense of time and space, enfolded within the film, beacons from another world much like our own, yet shimmering with a hard-to-pin-down quality of looseness and freedom. Here, everyday life becomes transcendent – even (in this film, especially) bureaucrats are explorers and adventurers – and the passage of months can feel like days, or the passage of days like months, depending on one’s mood.The horizon beckons with promise, each location carries a charge of magic, the people we pass by hold hidden, fascinating histories.
Llinás obviously echoes the great French director Jacques Rivette, whose films were also long, loose, open-ended, and spontaneous (and whose own nondescript camera style also managed to draw us further into his oneiric onscreen worlds). However, Rivette’s films sparkle with sly subversion and aggressive esotericism, while Llinás’ work glows with a broader, more humanistic spirit. Rivette tends to focus on limited locations, often interior, in which he burrows away with the intensity and fervor of a Poe. Llinás rambles and shambles all over the land like a Whitman, democratically drawing out the life force in every passing stranger, every modernist town square, every buried newspaper story. In the end, he turns you out into the street ready to discover the extraordinary which exists all around you, waiting for its story to be explored.
(I am discussing this film a good while after seeing it; some of the details remain hazy while the overall impression remains. For a more specific look at some of the charms, read Michael Vox’s delighted review from earlier this year.)
[Originally this post provided a link to my piece, which was first posted on the Examiner. As of 1/29/10, it has been moved here in its entirety.]
“Historias Extraordinarias flows not with the relentless forward motion of classical storytelling but with an almost musical logic, allowing its subtle passions and inclinations to guide it down one path or another. Leisure is the essential element here: Llinás has allowed his stories room to breathe, and the air grows fresher with each new breath its characters draw.”
This revelation here is most fascinating to me. I cannot wait to see this. As I read this tremendous review – and it’s one of your very best ever – I thought of films like the documentary UP THE YANGTZE, and the illicit mission reminded me of APOCALYPSE NOW, but this is a class by itself for many reasons you pose here. That running narration seems like a major gamble, but you say it works, and despite other minor flaws you acknowledge, the thematic comparsion to Rivette only enhances it’s supreme desirability. Great stuff here!
Thanks. I also modified one sentence in the opening paragraph to read: “Not one but all of these storylines are pursued (simultaneously no less)…” because I wasn’t sure if it was clear that was the case. Needless to say, there have been a lot of films this decade which went for that effect, but I think Historias Extraordinarias’ laconic mood differentiates it from the likes of Babel and Syriana (which I also enjoyed).
Interesting comparison there. I also liked BABEL quite a bit, and took my lumps in the blogosphere for that! Ha!
I’m thinking more of Malick and ‘The New World’ here Sam. I wonder if Movie Man sees some similarities, especially with the narration?
I can see why you’d think that based on what I wrote, but the tone and the style are quite, quite different and the fusion of narration and image are different too. Here, the narration definitely leads, but in a fascinating way.
Another great thing of which I was just reminded: these stories do not overlap at all! I like connected stories as much as the next guy, but it’s become a bit of a cliche, especially when we start with the differences and then find out how they’re connected. I mean, certainly there are thematic overlaps, which is as it should be, but no overt narrative paths cross.
I’m thrilled I found those pictures online too – I was suspicious that there’d be no stills at all, given the movie’s current obscurity, but to find those was way more than I could have asked for! (Those are the 3 protagonists by the way, left to right: Z, who is looking for the treasure; X, who witness the murder; and Cesar (hired by H) who is travelling down the river looking for ruins.)
Frank, I understand what you are saying there, but I see elements here of a long documentary that was sent to me by Kaleem Hasan a few years ago, that I have never forgotten, which uses the philosophy of Heidigger as it’s central focus. It’s called THE ISTAR:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ister_(film)
Am I way off the beacon track here Joel?
I know I’m stretching it here, but I think you see my point.
I love those lithographs by the way.
It’s hard to really respond to such a challenging review as this without having actually seen the film. There’s a lot here that is interesting, like for one the dearth of dialogue and the preponderence of voice-over narration. The overlapping story device is becoming stale, so it’s nice to know these are stand-alones.
Terrific essay Joel! Again, like with your previous contributions, I found it a fascinating and entertaining read. This piece was particularly interesting to me as I have not seen this film,. However, like some of Allans essays, you relay such passion in the descriptive details and critical prose that I am now dying to see this film. As always, its a job well done. Thank you for bringing this film to my attention and thank you for this essay! Your Friend, Dennis
There’s enough intrigue here to validate a visit, though I bet many here are at a loss for words. It’s a mighty time investment though.
………..For some reason this review is making me think of a movie I saw on DVD called ‘Russian Ark’ but maybe this comparison is silly………
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Aha. Now I know why I missed all these wonderful reviews. I never boarded the WitD express then. Just saw the film. Was blown away for sure, but have to figure out if it was for the right reasons. But this is one film that’s I’ll endlessly recommend to everyone around. Will probably review it soon.
Cheers!
I think the scene of the “World War II Flashback” was done intentionally like that. In one way valid being this a story from an “Old Storyteller” who was presented as someone who over-tell stories, so his recall could easily be “caricaturize” like it was.
And in the end of the story this is made more obvious. Having the most implausible moment almost like a satire of this War Stories and Today’s films with these caricature characters with names like “Big Ben” “Short Tim” taking Germans soldiers like in an A-Team episode (Or a GI-Joe movie for that matter). This is also said by the narrator after the story, saying at a very soft mocking tone that Cesar believed this was the way British soldiers would’ve act in war and H slept through “impossible/unlikely” story to wake up alone. Llinas didn’t intend for us to believe that it was real.
My opinion though after the ending is that the song could be real, part of Cesar’s life in a way, probably from an actual real story (but nevertheless part of him as an eternal traveler) and in perfect spirit for the whole actual film to end with (where normal boring people find transcendental changes with journeys that came to an end and in a universe where even a government worker can have an amazing adventure in a rural nowhere land). A kinda corny way to close together the 3 stories, but effective and nice (Leaving you with a good feeling).
This last story can all be a perfect mirror for the kind of narrative that Historias Extraordinarias has in contrast of the classic “plot point” more argument leading storytelling present in the majority of today’s films. All made with a friendly-harsh specific point.
Excuse my late participation. I just watched yesterday for the first time. Would love to hear your opinion.
Thanks, John – no such thing as late participation around these parts; indeed, I’m fonder of the late comments than the timely ones as it means people are still reading. That said, since it’s been a couple years since I’ve seen the film some of the details are a bit foggy. I will say that your suggestion sounds highly plausible, and that it set my wheels turning: I think if I wrote about the film in the future, a follow-up so to speak, it would be to examine how Llinas’ approach subtly varies given the character at hand – while the narrator remains consistent throughout (except for, as you point out, Cesar in the end) the various character’s subjective points of view do tend to focalize what we see, and I think it could be intriguing to follow that thread.
Thanks again for dropping by – and it’s always nice to discover a fellow fan of this great movie!