By Mike Wilmington Wilmington@moviecitynews.com
Wilmington on DVDs. Pick of the Week: Blu-ray. Cave of Forgotten Dreams
Chauvet cave paintings
Herzog’s Cave of Forgotten Dreams, a marvelous documentary about the cave paintings of Chauvet, will be seen by only a handful of the current audience for, say the Harry Potter movies, or War Horse, or Puss in Boots or the new 3D Star Wars. Yet it may prove the most valuable, and, one hopes, most lasting, of all the 3D films we’ve seen so far.
Certainly what it shows is of immense interest and enduring importance. But Herzog also, through the care and love and artistry of his framing, and the lovable pretensions and slightly cracked poetry of his narration, creates a human link to that past. One feels, really, that if it were 30,000 years ago, Werner H. would be there at the wall with his paints, making a picture of a horse. One does not at all feel that about the majority of the other people who make movies these days. Some of them would be eating, some would be copulating, some of them would be counting their banks of gems and pebbles, some finding food for their family.
Some, like the hairy dancing apes in Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey, would be swinging a bone to crush a skull. But Herzog, I’m sure, would be painting a horse or a panther and then describing it in a lovably pretentious way, or going off to watch some more of life, and then paint some more of it, breathe life onto the walls of a cave.
30,000 years from now, there may be no more movies, or at least none of the ones we know, including 2001 and War Horse and Cave of Forgotten Dreams. Despite all the care taken today by the French government and academia and the archeologists (led by Chauvet director Jean-Michel Geneste), there may be no Chauvet, or other caves and cave paintings. There may be no Earth, or only the blackened remnants of one. Yet, whatever there is, if Earth and art still exist in some way, one hopes that there will be someone somewhere to preserve some of the horses that were painted by the artists who loved them and wanted to give them eternal life. Or thereabouts. And maybe a Werner Herzog to make pictures of the pictures.
Pieter Breughel the Elder’s The Harvesters