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The Four Times
In the backcountry of southern Italy’s mountainous region of Calabria, an old shepherd leads his flock to pasture along paths in the hills which have fallen into disuse. Every morning, the church housekeeper trades a handful of the church’s dust for some of the shepherd’s fresh milk. Every evening, the elderly shepherd dissolves the "magic" powder in water and drinks this mixture to remedy his aches and pains. One day, he doesn’t show up for their trade. The next day, he dies in his bed as his goats keep vigil over his passing. A kid takes its first steps, but he is slower than the rest of the flock and falls behind. He falls into a ditch in the middle of the forest. Unable to climb out, he bleats for help, but neither the new shepherd, nor his dog, hear him. When he finally emerges from the ditch, he finds that he is alone. He wanders aimlessly until, as night begins to fall, he stumbles onto a majestic fir tree in which he seeks shelter.
I read that it was a visual poem to the Pythagorean idea of the soul migrating from man to animal to plant life. Whoa. That's a film for a Sunday morning viewing if ever there was one. I thought I would have to come prepared with knowledge of pre-Socratic philosophy, not my strong suit.
I didn't really want to work that hard. I preferred the idea of wanting to see it at some point in my life, secretly hoping that that point might never turn into a concrete now. But alas I noticed that it was expiring on Netflix very soon. It had to be done. I picked a morning time slot and came to it with plenty of caffeine.…
The wind still blows.
The wind is the world in motion. We are the world. We are the wind.
We are the bells.
We change every day. We are not stone.
We are flesh. And blood. And fur. And dirt.
We await. We adore. We transform.
Time never stops.
The wind still blows.
It gives us breath, it carries our words. It carries us.
It chimes the bells.
The bells are life. The bells are home.
We tend to the bells, and the bells tend to us.
Nature and routine. An eternal symbiosis guiding us into the unknown.
Both with the same goal, reward, curse.
Life and death. Flesh and blood.
Winner signaled by brief panic, then death.…
After watching Le Quattro Volte it was early evening. I walked outside and pulled some small splits from our wood stack in preparation to build the evening fire. I brought them into the kitchen, laid them near the stove, and gathered some dry kindling like I always do.
I opened the stove door, and delicately shoveled the top layer of fine ash and dust and carefully deposited it into the ash pail beside the stove like I always do. The ash pail will later be emptied into an air tight ash can in the driveway, the contents later used on our driveway on icy winter days. The removal of the ash reveals a small bed of glowing embers, gently releasing…
I loved this. The director says it's about the weakening of the bond between mankind and nature but he's glad that it makes people laugh. And I definitely laughed quite a bit.
In the beginning there is a goat herder, his dog and his goats. Then the goat herder's dog has a really bad day, then there is only a goat who has such a bad day I found it hard to watch. After that really there is just the cycle of life in this beautiful sparse rustic Calabrian town.
Honestly nothing much happens, it's set in Italy but there are no subtitles because there is barely any dialogue. It's just a quiet look at a simple life.
It certainly helps that goats are natural performers. Pixar might want to do a remake. Just an idea.
Film #13 of Cinebro's "Long Live the New Flesh" Challenge
I throw the word "meditative" around a lot when describing movies. It's not until I saw "Le Quattro Volte," however, that I realized how empty of a descriptor that is.
"Le Quattro Volte" is a dialogue-free story set in the steppes of Southern Italy. Based on the "four realms" of Pythagorean metaphysics (animal, vegetable, mineral, and rational/intellectual), it gives us four interconnected stories charting various stages of birth, death, and reincarnation. Traditional plot devices are replaced by quiet contemplation. A lot of time is spent observing the daily life of a goat, for example, or the felling of a tree. You may be rolling your eyes already, picturing a fat…
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Michelangelo Frammartino has accused traditional cinema of being manipulative in its use of musical score to provoke superficial, shallow emotional responses in the viewer. Swelling strings at the pivotal moments of Robert Zemeckis and Steven Spielberg films have become fodder for parody, but some will defend them as being inextricable from their respective genres. I don't believe this criticism is being aimed at the big blockbusters, however, as Frammartino probably considers it a separate art form to art cinema, more comparable to a theme park ride (not that we should be ashamed for taking pleasure in "fun" and frivilous films - I think we've all learned to put Bourdieu away). It is being leveled at less bombastic (even self-described as…
i watched this movie after reading the last line of a review here by Lise that said…"and i will never forget that goat"
& yes…i will also never forget her :'(
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There are few scenes in cinema history that are more poignanat and impacting than watching the baby goat die alone, pitilessly separated from its mother, in Le Quattro Volte. Director Michelangelo Frammartino pulls no punches; he shows us life, in all it's cruel, perplexing beauty, and in this respect there can be no doubt that Le Quattro Volte is a brilliantly scripted masterpiece masquerading as a documentary. There is little dialogue to mislead the viewer from staring baldy at the truth, no lie the human tongue can produce to distract from the unavoidable fact; it's as though Frammartino gripped our heads firmly and turned them to watch the ceaseless, remorseless opera. In the end, describing Le Quattro Volte as 'brutal'…
An extraordinary achievement, intensely beautiful. The best film of 2010. A simple structure propels a timeless story of interconnectedness, birth, death and life.
Le Quattro Volte is a great film. The idea of it sounds ponderous and pretentious, but the film is anything but. It has no stars, almost no dialogue, it plays almost like a documentary except that it’s carefully planned. At under 90 minutes it beautifully covers life as we know it on Earth, and specifically near a small village in Southern Italy. From an old goat herder, to a baby goat lost in the woods, to a big old pine tree, to the process of making coal, the film covers the four ‘turns’ of life: human, animal, plant and mineral. The film is moving, funny, and it showcases in a small way how wonderful cinema can be if you just apply thought and care to it.
What starts as a seemingly very contemplative documentary, very much in the style of Babies, is actually a narrative film, although a very unconventional one. It's remarkable how engaging some parts are, given the kind of film this is. I liked the bits with the old shepherd and the lost sheep above all. Definitely an intriguing concept, worth watching for those interested in alternative storytelling and cinema as an art form.
Some segments are quite engaging and evocative, others; not so much. If the entire movie were as good as the best segments, it would be magnificent. Watch it for the good parts. And who knows? The parts that didn't grab me might be right up your alley.
Goats, I love goats! This is a beautiful and gentle film that chronicles the cycle of life and death in a small Italian village. The film is also a stunning essay on the unique lives and culture of what seems like a remote and ancient part of Italy. One of my favorite scenes is the little white goat nestled in the "arms" of the giant fir tree; wonderful!
The top reviews on this page are just as fun and inspired as this quiet film/document is--personal, and poetic, Le Quattro Volte is a pastoral and quaint meditation on the cycles of life...it balances charm with gravity without significant heavy-handedness. Occasionally, you anticipate the next sentence of the paragraph, but that's not because it becomes plaintive and predictable, but because it's done a successful job of folding you into it's system and tempos. Your home and memories are as much in your body as they are in a baby goat in a small town in southern Italy.
The vote for Far From Afeghanistan is for the Travis Wilkerson's Fragments of Dissolution only.
Face it. Sometimes you don't want to watch a foreign, slow-paced or long film at the end of the day.…