One of Werner Herzog’s two documentaries this year, Cave of Forgotten Dreams, creates a
space for wonder. How often are we allowed that in this day and age? This is a
film that stretches out as a hushed visual reverie allowing for quiet
reflection upon the deepest questions of the nature of mankind and the nature
of art. The lovable eccentric German auteur received rare permission from the
French government to enter the Chauvet caves in the south of France to film the
oldest discovered cave paintings. Because of the fragile ecosystem within this
ancient geographic formation, the cave is sealed off year round, only open for
brief periods of time for a select group of researchers to spend fleeting
moments gathering data. Herzog meets them and lets them speak to us in his
typical style of allowing digressions and tangents to unravel with a charming
patience. How else would we learn that one researcher was once a circus
performer? Who else would find an archeologist who likes to dress up in
caveman-style pelts and plays a handmade bone flute, the better to interact
with the ancients? Who but Herzog would find it necessary to give us a scene
with a man who uses his sense of smell to search for caves? The delightful
oddities of these people add interest to the main attraction, which are most
definitely the cave paintings themselves. Gorgeously preserved and shot in
stunning 3D, which allows their contours and textures to extend towards and
curve away from the audience with exciting depth, these paintings are shared to
a wide audience in a stirring and enchanting style. These paintings have been
preserved and explored in a way only filmmaking would allow. Herzog’s typically
lovely narration, droll and inquisitive in his soft German accent, and a
swirling choral score that seems to be bubbling up from the very souls of the
ancient artists, help create the film’s successful atmosphere, an absorbing,
endlessly fascinating window to the past.
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