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Off the hook: Oscar nominee Leviathan is under attack in Russia. Here’s the case for the defence

Off the hook: Oscar nominee Leviathan is under attack in Russia. Here's the case for the defence

Andrey Zvyagintsev’s Leviathan has won the Golden Globe for best foreign-language film and is Russia’s Oscar submission. But its biggest critics are at home where it's been loudly attacked as anti-Russian. Leading Russian cultural commentator Yury Saprykin explains why they're wrong

26 January 2015

It so happened that I became familiarised with the discussion surrounding Leviathan before I’d watched the film itself. In the late Soviet era, films of particular significance — those which focussed on war, home-front workers or congenial kolkhoz chairmen — enjoyed so called “all-Union” premieres; the online leak of a long-anticipated film produces the same effect in 2014 as the countrywide big-screen release of a Yuri Ozerov epic did in 1985. There’s been no getting away from Leviathan recently, not least due to its Golden Globe success; firing up YouTube, you’ve already got a good inkling of what you’re about to encounter.

Leviathan is chernukha [a film genre term that means something like “pitch-black grimness”], or an outright blackening of Russia; it’s a brave denunciation of the Putin regime (or, alternatively, expedient Russophobic twaddle intended to please the west); it’s a series of stereotypes about Russians intended for external consumption (or a painfully accurate portrait of today’s Russia); it’s an art-house flick unfathomable for mere mortals (or a commercially calculated product created for western release). It’s a film about faith that’s impossible to live without, a film that makes you want to hang yourself, a film about the very essence of Russia, a film about Russia-as-a-piece-of-shit. Russian viewers immediately took up a position on either side of the barricades and launched themselves into a status war — which, mind you, has been the case with all public discussions of late. As Facebook logic dictates, you’ve got to stand upon your digital soapbox and publically declare your position (never mind that no one’s asked to hear it).

I wouldn’t call watching a pirated copy of Leviathan a terrible crime — what is criminal, though, is that Zvyagintsev was forced to cut all profanity from the film for its Russian release; nonetheless, if there were some sort of way for those who’ve watched the pirate version and feel guilty about it to recompense the filmmaker with a few hundred hard-earned roubles, that certainly wouldn’t go amiss. I didn’t discern anything particularly resembling chernukha in the film — in comparison to Yuriy Bykov’s 2014 film Fool (to say nothing of Balabanov), Leviathan is positively tactful and correct, even sterile, in a European kind of way; and anyway, if you’ve seen Little Vera, nothing else is going to be all that shocking.

I don’t believe that Zvyagintsev has assembled a series of Russophobic stereotypes in the film. Those indignant at the fact that lead actor Aleksei Serebryakov’s character is shown necking vodka from the bottle need reminding precisely what circumstances he does this in — just try and argue it isn’t theatrically justified. You might as well claim that certain swear words constantly on the characters’ lips throughout the film — and not without good reason — represent some kind of Russophobic slur.

The gripes regarding the film’s “artificial” dialogue and dramatic implausibility are a joke

The gripes regarding the film’s “artificial” dialogue and theatrical implausibility are, quite frankly, a joke: the story is tightly conceived and lucidly told (no loose threads left hanging, every seam where it should be) while its protagonists speak an absolutely recognisable language, not at all unlike what you might overhear on the metro on a daily basis.

I suspect that the charges levelled against Leviathan — the indictments of calculatedness and expediency, the allegations of directorial melodrama, the claims that Zvyagintsev feels no love for his own characters — are all ultimately connected to the idiosyncrasies of its cinematic language. And it is precisely these idiosyncrasies (rather than any anti-Russian climate) that have earned Zvyagintsev a Golden Globe and make him an Oscar contender.

Leviathan is cold, rational, European filmmaking only in the sense that Michael Haneke or Bruno Dumont can be labelled rational and unfeeling, and it engages with roughly the same spectrum of themes that preoccupy the Cannes elite: humanity and the irresistible forces of destiny, humanity’s incurable susceptibility to evil, humanity in a god-forsaken world. As for suspicions that the accolades at the Golden Globes and Cannes are part of some anti-Russian crusade, with Zvyagintsev a willing participant — well, they’re just outright absurd.

The folk who sit on these award committees will, I suspect, entertain thoughts of Putin approximately once a year. They’ll know approximately nothing about the corruption endemic to every level of the power vertical, and less about its relationship with the Russian Orthodox Church. Russia, no doubt, exists on the very periphery of their awareness of the global landscape; even minor political gestures apropos of that country would take them far beyond the bounds of their profession. You might as well claim that the accolades earned by Dogville were part of an orchestrated anti-Danish offensive, or that 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days was released worldwide to besmirch Romania. Leviathan, much like the films I’ve just mentioned, is of value to any notional Oscar committee only insofar as it tells an absolutely universal story in a language comprehensible from any vantage point of European Christian civilisation; as for the recognisable locale and era into which this story has been implanted, they’re fathomable only to us Russians, and capable of irritating us alone.

Leviathan is cold, rational, European filmmaking only in the sense that Michael Haneke or Bruno Dumont can be labelled rational and unfeeling

Yes, it’s a film that seems to offer little hope — but not in the sense of suggesting that life in Russia is, and ever shall be, impossible: the world of Leviathan hardly spells out where this life actually does exist, and whether it has even existed at all. Biblical metaphors persist here as figures of absence — fish rotting from the head down, beached, decaying ships. Leviathan itself — either the blind, non-negotiable forces of destiny and nature, as per the Bible, or, following Hobbes, the rational machine of the state, which serves to elevate its citizens above the natural condition of war of all against all — intrudes on our attention merely in the form of a weathered skeleton on the shore, and if we are in fact afforded brief glimpses of its mighty, glistening, living back, this is inevitably a distress call, an apparent sign of misfortune.

Andrey Zvyagintsev

The hypocritical priests and corrupt officials prove tantamount not to some chthonic monster but rather to a serpent devouring its own tail: they wreak evil so as to attain legitimacy — which they require to wreak evil; they sanctify each other’s abominable deeds — the purpose of which is to obtain further sanctifications. This is not the distinguishing feature of the Russian political system, but something akin to the planet Melancholia, a blind force that destroys all life simply because it cannot do otherwise, and also because everyone is, a priori, guilty of everything — with the possible exception of children, but we’ve the state to take care of them.

Leviathan is a commentary on the law and chernukha that restores the original Latin meaning to the word “corruption”; corruption here means decay, putrefaction; it entails the mutilation of human nature. The calamities that befall the main protagonist are not trials sent from on high. Their point isn’t to set him right or test him; impossible to counteract by tenacity or heroic deeds, they’re simply links in an ill-starred chain consisting of minor corrupted wills. The law and religion are merely ways of giving this chain a requisite formal sheen. In effect, Leviathan represents a (less heavily metaphorical) elaboration of the themes Zvyagintsev broached in The Return: the Father has gone, vanished into the fog, while the Children have set about playing a dirty, shameful game where the losers are inevitably those who choose simply to stand off to the side and not do anyone any harm. And the fact that today’s Russia offers an apposite backdrop for such subject matter is certainly no fault of the Oscar committee.

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