Into the Abyss of Time: Cave of Forgotten Dreams (Werner Herzog, 2010)

Let’s get the negativity out of the way upfront: Cave of Forgotten Dreams’ 3D effects – although philosophically understandable – are nevertheless frequently murky, rendering the dark cavernous spaces and fitful lighting even more obscurant, as well as inconsistent – resplendent during swooping outdoor crane shots that establish a feel for the surrounding landscape, and essential for caressing the cave walls’ recesses and promontories, but downright pointless for the numerous talking-head interviews and other ancillary scenes. Add to this jarring shifts in film stock (and thus quality) and you have the recipe for an occasional eyesore.

Now that the necessary amount of spleen has been vented, we’re in a better position to assess the finer points of Herzog’s otherwise impressive documentary. The caves at Chauvet were discovered in 1994 by a team of French speleologists. The artwork that adorns its walls dates from a period around 30,000-35,000 years ago, far older (by a factor of three or four) than similar caves at Lascaux or Altamira. Filming conditions were demanding: access to the cave was limited to a few hours a day, special equipment (such as battery-operated lights that gave off no heat) was required, and the crew had to keep to areas accessible via a metal track laid down by the scientists.

Vertiginous establishing shots of the surrounding Ardèche region invite Herzog’s speculation upon the role of the “artistic staging of nature” in the choice of the site, thus introducing one of the film’s signature themes: the symbiotic relations between mankind and its natural environment. Herzog envisions the nearby Pont d’Arc natural bridge as a sort of proscenium arch, setting the stage as it were for ritualized performances, a prehistoric analogue to Wagner’s Bayreuth, and furthermore evoking the Romantic landscape paintings of Caspar David Friedrich (an aesthetic precursor also invoked in The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser [1974] and Heart of Glass [1976]).

According to eminent pre-historian Jean Clottes, attempting to recreate the mindset of the cave artists from the scant archeological record, artistic figuration must be seen as somehow essential to humanness – therefore “communicating with the future” reveals two fundamental factors in their worldview: the fluidity of conceptual categories (living/dead, natural/supernatural) and the resultant permeability between realms that modern humanity often consider irreconcilable oppositions.

Two sets of footprints (one belonging to a small child, the other to a wolf) embedded in the cave floor allow us to imagine the past as a field of possibilities, providing an objective correlative to such a Janus-faced approach to hermeneutics: Did the wolf stalk and devour the child? Did they walk together in some kind of Eden-like harmony? Or are they simply traces of activity separated by a span of thousands of years? The past is unknowable and incomplete: It requires our active participation in order to clothe its bare bones with acting, desiring flesh. Herzog provides a provocative contrast: “Whereas we are locked into history, they were not.”

As Herzog and crew progress through the caves, he notes the flicker of their shadows on the cave walls, duplicating torch-glare as it must have appeared to its Aurignacian interlopers, which – in a radical juxtaposition worthy of a Surrealist – Herzog amplifies by dropping in a scene from the 1936 musical Swing Time where Fred Astaire dances with his shadow until the shadow gains a life of its own and dances away. It’s only one of several instances in which Herzog notes the continuity and change between prehistoric and contemporary mediums. (The apparent motion of painted animals along the contours of the cave walls draws a comparison with animation; a Paleolithic Venus’ voluptuousness would not be out of place, Herzog opines, in a Baywatch episode.)

A wonky postscript informs the viewer that the hot-water runoff from a nearby nuclear reactor is creating an anomalous tropical biosphere in the middle of the French Alps, replete with mutated albino crocodiles, thus reaffirming Cave’s dominant theme of the mutual infringements of man and nature. One of Herzog’s characteristically quirky asides, pondering what these anomalous animals might make of the Chauvet Cave, were they ever able to penetrate into its precincts, recalls the notorious “iguana cam” shots in his earlier Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans (2009), substantiating an abiding interest in what exactly a nonhuman (if not exactly inhuman) viewpoint might resemble.

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About Budd Wilkins

Budd Wilkins is a writer, film critic and instructor. He is a Staff Critic for Slant Magazine, and his work has also appeared in the Nordic Issue of Acidemic Journal of Film and Media. He is currently writing a chapter for an anthology on international horror directors to be published by Intellect Press and distributed by University of Chicago Press. Mr. Wilkins was born and raised in Hollywood, Florida. He attended Penn State for several years before moving to North Carolina in 1994, where he earned his Bachelor's in Religious Studies and a Master's in Liberal Studies with a concentration in Film Studies from The University of North Carolina at Greensboro. His primary focus is film history, film literacy and criticism, with the goal of bringing obscure, foreign and films that are labeled "difficult" to the attention of film aficionados of all kinds. Other interests and focus of critique include comparative religion, black humor, 19th century European literature, horror and graphic novels. Mr Wilkins lives in Greensboro, North Carolina with his wife, Tina. Follow @buddwilkins on Twitter.
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