Directed by: Percy Adlon
|Written by: Felix O. Adlon and
As much respect as I have for kd lang as a recording artist,
I can understand why, after making this film, she decided to leave
acting alone and concentrate on what she does best.
That being said, and despite the fact that Percy Adlon wrote
this film as a vehicle for the quirky Canadian singer, the mess
that is Salmonberries is not kd lang's fault.
In her acting debut kd turned in a perfectly serviceable performance,
made all the more impressive by the fact that the motivations
for her character were extremely difficult to understand.
kd lang plays Kotzebue, an orphaned woman who has no idea who
her parents were. Kotzebue was left in a cardboard box and raised
by a gruff old man without the capacity for much affection. In
an effort to find out more about herself, she visits the public
library in her small Alaskan community. There she meets Roswitha,
the secretive, German librarian.
Kotzebue is dressed in such a way as to, I assume, hide her gender.
At first roswitha mistakes her for a boy, especially since Kotzebue
rapidly develops a painful crush on the older woman. But is this
love, or merely a misguided attempt to secure a type of maternal
affection? I was never really sure.
As their friendship develops Roswitha begins to realise that
she and Kotzebue have something in common. Whereas Kotzebue has
no past, she has rejected her own, and comes to understand that
while Kotzebue's situation is likely never to change, she herself
has a chance at redemption. The scene shifts from the frozen wastes
and chiaroscuro lighting of Alaska to the warmer brown and yellow
hues of Berlin. The setting is still desperately sparse however,
as are the relationships that occur within it.
The two women tremble on the edge of a lesbian love affair. In
the warmest and most interesting scene, Kotzebue, perhaps sick
of Roswitha's inability to see her as a woman, strips naked and
reveals herself to the older woman, literally, for who she is.
It is a desperate attempt to secure a love she knows she can never
possess. Roswitha loves Kotzebue it is certain, but at times it
seems she loves her with the condescending affection one would
show to a favourite pet.
Kotzebue is innocence personified. She's so emotionally raw that
she hasn't learned how to handle even small shifts in her emotional
state, much less the wild swings that Roswitha inspires in her.
She's primal in her reactions, the beauty of which does serve
to thaw the frosty Roswitha to the point where at least friendship
and mutual understanding is possible. But how do you feel sexual
desire towards someone who is little more than a child? It is
impossible. At times I wondered if Kotzebue might actually just
be a symbol of innocence lost, a figure of Roswitha's mourning,
Salmonberries is a film that concentrates very much on its own
artistic merit. The sets and locations have been built and chosen
with love and an exquisite eye for detail. The cinematography,
particularly in the use of colour and deep focus, is breathtaking.
In Alaska, the camera sweeps across the ice slopes like a lover's
gentling hand. Add to this the almost mesmerising strains of the
film's theme song "Barefoot" sung by kd lang, and you
have enough beauty to lull you into a state of serenity.
Unfortunately, this state of serenity is never really interrupted
by the characters or the story. I now know quite a bit about the
hazards and pitfalls of life on the Alaskan glaciers, but I know
next to nothing about Roswitha and Kotzebue. They are both seekers,
and they join forces to seek together, but when the film ends
we have no sense that they even know what they were really looking
for, much less have any inkling of whether or not they found it.
I've heard some say they thought the film was funny, but it seemed
to me that anything remotely amusing was quickly swallowed by
the film's hollow starkness.
The script is bare to the point of being nonsensical. The two
main characters are as remote, cold and distant as the Alaskan
tundra on which the majority of the film is set. While this does
serve some metaphorical purpose, it keeps the film at such an
arms length from us that we must wrestle to engage with it, and
the film simply wasn't worth the effort. It's easy to be carried
away by the spectacle of the whole thing, but what was the point
of it all? And what the heck is a salmonberry anyway?
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