Early on in Viktor Kossakovsky’s Architecton, the new
film being released by A24 from the Russian documentary filmmaking equivalent
of Ron Fricke or Godfrey Reggio often operating in wordless sensory experiences
about water ala Aquarela or livestock in Gunda, Kossakovsky’s top
of the line drone cameras drift through bombed out decimated buildings and
complexes in Ukraine in a mournful quietly outraged opening prologue. At one point the camera pulls back to reveal
an enlarged banner reading ‘kick Russia out of the UN’ next to apartment
buildings and playgrounds in ruin.
As
Russian-French avant-garde composer Evgueni Galperine’s atonal score flares up and
swells into an understated conflagration compounded with Aleksandr Dudarev’s
Dolby Atmos sound rendering, the Ukraine prologue in the Russian director’s
film casts both a heavy pall over the otherwise cyclical proceedings of
architecture and rock moving about or breaking apart implying manmade warfare
is another form of Anthropocene and newly erected infrastructures teeming with
life are built on the backs and shoulders of death.
In between the elongated slow pans across landscapes manmade and natural,
Kossakovsky’s camera cuts through black-and-white high-contrast montages of
abandoned buildings and structures with the faintest glimmer of life running
through it like a lone dog climbing up stairwells of ruins. Also sprinkled throughout are moments with
artist Nick Steur who creates brutalist stone structures often on tripods amid
concrete ruins or rocks and preservationist Abdul Nabi al-Afi working in the
Baalbek quarry in Lebanon, creating a kind of pure freeform meditation on not
only concrete’s physical connection to our past but to our sustainability as a
species.
As a Kossakovsky film, it poses a
number of fundamental philosophical questions while also being a quietly funereal
regard for the transformative nature of architecture reshaping the face of our
planet either naturally or unnaturally.
If Aquarela saw Earth as a planet of water, Architecton is
the other half made of rock whose pillars and towers though beautiful and
spectacular hint at entire generations of life and death buried beneath and
between the boulders and stones. At once
a meditation on civilization and man’s abilities to create and destroy in equal
measure.
--Andrew Kotwicki