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Holy Mountain
cast: Leni Riefenstahl, Louis Trenker, and Ernst Petersen
director: Arnold Franck
105 minutes (U) 1926
Eureka DVD Region 2 retail
RATING:
6/10
The Wonderful Horrible Life Of
Leni Riefenstahl
director: Ray Müller
188 minutes (E) 1993 widescreen ratio 16:9
RATING:
9/10
reviewed by Richard Bowden
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Eureka's very generous bundle includes one of the so-called 'mountain films' of the 1920s,
newly restored, and until now relatively hard to see either on DVD in general or in the
UK in particular - as well as a three-hour documentary, The Wonderful Horrible Life Of
Leni Riefensthal. Riefensthal, whose first real film The Holy Mountain (aka: The
Sacred Mountain; Der Heilige Berg) was, recounted some of the events that went on
during the shoot in her indiscreet memoirs - including the fact that there was a real life
love triangle amongst the principals, an ironic reflection of the fictional events they were
currently struggling to portray on screen. More interesting is that, after the film suffered
severe production difficulties; she immediately took it upon herself to direct some of the
sections, the success of which convinced a doubtful studio to continue with the project.
Mountain films were a specific genre, virtually invented by the director
Arnold Franck beginning with such films as Peak Of Fate (aka: Der Berg Des Shicksals,
1924). As others have pointed out the genre did not just enjoy a vogue in Germany, and examples
can be found in films by Hitchcock (The Mountain Eagle, 1926) and, arguably, even much
later by Zimmerman (Five Days One Summer, 1982). But it was in the Fatherland that they
found their most sympathetic audience, and watching The Holy Mountain, with after-sight,
it is not hard to detect why. Magnificently photographed and celebrating the most grandiose
kinds of natural beauty, these films also embodied an inflated spirit of heroic idealism.
This film's overarching exultation of the purely physical, in the context of loyalty and
sacrifice, ultimately reduces the significance of the individual in regards to the demands
of a higher ideal. As critic Siegfried Kracauer has observed, such ethics were ultimately
"rooted in a mentality kindred to (the) Nazi spirit," and it doesn't take much
stretch of visual imagination to jump from the torch-lit rescue party of The Holy Mountain,
arranged with practically military preciseness before the viewfinder by Riefensthal, to the
torch-lit ceremonials, or the book burning flames of Hitler's martial followers a decade later.
Riefenstahl of course is a great director, and one troublesome to appreciate.
Like
D.W. Griffith
before her, whose Birth Of A Nation is couched in racist terms that make it profoundly
uncomfortable to the modern viewer, Riefensthal's political sympathies mean her masterpiece
Triumph Of The Will (1934), undeniably a great work of art, leaves one with a moral
chill. Some of the technical elements of her later films can be found in The Holy Mountain,
such as slow motion photography - one thinks of the divers in her Olympia (1938) - and
monumental compositions. Franck was apparently known to be a realist, hated photographic
trickery and preferred to always shoot in location (the present film is announced as having
being "inspired by events which took place over a 20-year period," one which uses
Austrian, German and Swiss master skiers). Although the official director was obviously not
immune to new ideas, Riefensthal later took credit for shooting some of the more fanciful
scenes, such as the flower-filled springtime scenes in Inken and the nocturnal rescue sequence.
At the centre of The Holy Mountain is Riefensthal herself, both
as an actress and creative force. In real life, an anticipated career as a professional
dancer had been cut short by injury, and here in several scenes she gives some spirited
moves which, allied with her obvious sexuality, must have proved fairly provocative at
the time. (One notable admirer, Hitler, was very much taken with her for instance, and
there were unsubstantiated rumours of a dalliance between the two). As Diotona, the free
spirited performer in Holy Mountain, she is loved by intense downhill skier, the
granite-jawed, pipe smoking Karl. Also keen on her is Vigo, a medical student and friend
of Karl. Between the three of them, the mountains, ice and a skiing championship, there's
admittedly not much else of character development in a film which contains such ardent
intertitles as "he rushes upwards into the mountain to saviour his overwhelming
experience." As far as Diotona is concerned, she's an experience devoutly to be
wished, and creates desire practically interchangeable with the landscape: "you are
like nature, which is why I love you so much." Like the mount in question she 'seems
almost holy'. The highest peaks and the arduous experiences required to get there are
given almost orgasmic vehemence amongst the men, while to 'satiate her longing' Diotona
dances and sees her suitors already 'on the highest peaks'. The final cliffhanger, high
up in the ice, is melodramatic, the theatrics staunchly done in the old fashioned way and,
to this viewer at least, such personal drama was a long time coming.
Much of the appeal of the film lies elsewhere, and while Riefensthal's
dancing may raise few eyebrows today (in fact it often appears intensely artificial, a
victim of changing tastes) the cinematography of Holy Mountain remains remarkable.
Stark images of snow and rock, mountains and valleys, intermingled with some poetic special
effects still create an impression and leaves the viewer with something of the spiritual
awe which, presumably, the creators intended. An interesting and striking film then, but
Riefensthal's admirers may wish to have seen a lesser known title entirely her own work,
such as The Blue Light (1932) or the controversial late project Tiefland (1954).
Coupled with the feature is an extraordinarily generous bonus - the
three-hour-long documentary The Wonderful Horrible Life Of Leni Riefenstahl (aka:
Die Macht der Bilder: Leni Riefenstahl), directed by Ray Müller. Müller
clearly has a fascination with his subject as he later completed Leni Riefenstahl im
Sudan (2000). Remarkably restrained, detailed and non-judgemental, his work had the
possible disadvantage of being completed while his subject was still alive, but the
collaboration of the feisty director creates a memorable portrait of a remarkable and
controversial creative force. After her association with the Nazis brought her film
career to a premature close, she opened other avenues of endeavour at which, typically,
she also excelled. Then in her early nineties, she was not only the world's oldest active
scuba diver, but was directing an undersea documentary. Earlier, while in her sixties,
she went by herself to live with the Nuba, an African tribe, and recorded their lives
in a book of photographs. Müller painstakingly reconstructs her career, and she is
not always happy with his implied assertions as a result of it, with some tense questioning
of her self-justification (she was "appalled and confused to have lived through that
period") ensuing. Memorable scenes include a technical discussion of the making of
Triumph Of The Will, as well as the elderly Riefenstahl contemplating the torsos of
young Nubian athletes. At the end of the documentary one is inclined the give the director
the benefit of the doubt as far as National Socialism is concerned, although there is no
question that her most famous work aided and elevated the cause and one remains unconvinced
that, had the war gone the other way, Riefenstahl would still have been quite so distanced
from her most notorious mentor. Some have argued that the running time here could have been
edited down a little, but for this viewer, with something like the effect of Lanzmann's
holocaust documentary Shoah (1985), Wonderful Horrible Life... makes its impact
precisely because it refuses to cut away, but instead piles small observations up on one
another, until a whole edifice is constructed. Müller's film is, in its own way, a
masterpiece and by no account should be missed.
DVD extras: on Holy Mountain - chapter access and audio set up.
Wonderful Horrible Life - scene access only.
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