[Last Film I Watch] The Cranes Are Flying (1957)

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English Title: The Cranes Are Flying
Original Title: Letyat zhuravli
Year: 1957
Country: Soviet Union
Language: Russian
Genre: Drama, Romance, War
Director: Mikhail Kalatozov
Screenwriter: Viktor Rozov
based on his own play
Music: Moisey Vaynberg
Cinematography: Sergey Urusevskiy
Cast:
Tatyana Samoylova
Aleksey Batalov
Aleksandr Shvorin
Vasiliy Merkurev
Svetlana Kharitonova
Valentin Zubkov
Boris Kokovkin
Rating: 8.6/10

The Cranes Are Flying 1957

Mikhail Kalatozov’s Palme d’Or winner of 1958 is a riveting anti-war paean composed with a spate of filmmaking virtuosity, especially DP Sergey Urusevskiy’s groundbreaking use of hand-held cameras, massively ahead of its time.

Veronica (Samoylova) and Boris (Batalov) are two young lovers, envision their beautiful wedding and they are immensely happy together – one stunning scene which shows superior camera mobility is when Boris running upstairs through the spiral stairs with the camera swiftly recording his movements, to stress the euphoria of a man who is truly in love. Two paralleled sequences where they sneak back to their respective bedrooms also signify the affections are mutual.

Then Soviet Unions declare war in WWII, a patriotic Boris volunteers to join the army with his friend Stepan (Zubkov), he leaves a toy squirrel as a gift for Veronica’s upcoming birthday as squirrel is his term of endearment to her, he conceals a note for her inside the squirrel’s basket too, but Veronica is delayed en route to his send-off party, and woefully they miss the chance to see each other for the last time, till death do them apart, Boris’ wedding imagination before his death is heavenly heart-rending.

War also takes its toll on ordinary people, Veronica’s parents died in an air raid, and their house has been destroyed, without any information from Boris, she is helped by Fyodor (Merkurev), Boris’ father and the chief surgeon in a local hospital, and lives with his family, where Mark (Shvorin), Boris’ cousin, a handsome musician who gets an exemption from recruitment, and has always coveted Veronica, forces himself on her during a nerve-racking air raid. Soon Veronica capitulates and marries Mark. Plagued by her guilty of betrayal and Mark’s exposure of his unscrupulous nature, Veronica is under severe distress and attempts to end her life (another mesmerising sequences where Veronica running hastily to the railway station, are montages of a succession of quick-edited shots-in-motion, fervently emotive and transfixing to behold), but instead, she saves a 3-year-old boy also named Boris, which gives her strength to hold on. When bad news finally arrives, Veronica becomes brave enough to face it and holds a tiny chance that a miracle can happen, until the war ends, she meets Stepan, she accepts the fact and has no more illusions, her life must continue, as the flying cranes in the sky.

From every respect, THE CRANES ARE FLYING is bordering on perfection, Kalatozov’s poetic aesthetics and his effective principle of keeping up an intimate observation on the subjects in the frame, Urusevskiy’s erratic shooting angles, the impressionistic chiaroscuro are all textbook exemplars. And the comely Tatyana Samoylova, who shoulders on a gallant and insightful performance as our pertinacious heroine, depicts a transcendent maturation from a carefree girl to a gutsy woman under the ablution of war, an iconic endeavour indeed. When all is said and done, the film is another weighty testament of how advanced and innovative Soviet Union was in the world cinema production, a trailblazer emphatically!

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