Tag der Rache (1943)

Tag der Rache: Directed by Carl Theodor Dreyer. With Kirsten Andreasen, Sigurd Berg, Harald Holst, Albert Høeberg. The young wife of an aging priest falls in love with his son amidst the horror of a merciless witch hunt in 17th-century Denmark.

“Sure, now it might be difficult to appreciate this for how far it went. Weu0026#39;ve had Bergman since, Tarkovsky, Haneke most lately, they all begin here. At the time Ozu was still on his way. Bresson had yet to begin. And thereu0026#39;s the notion of a Nazi allegory, more likely applied in retrospect, that runs the risk of reducing the work to one convenient reading that simplifies.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eSo Dreyer was one of the first to arrive, but where to? A world distilled to purity, long quiet utterances of the camera, waxen faces sunken by inward weight, sensuous nature outside contrasted with pious suffering inside the pastoru0026#39;s house.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eContemporary viewers might find all this a bit too musky and too archaic, something fabled from a medieval world, and watch with detached, at best aesthetic interest. But that would be to turn a blind eye to the real engines that power ignorance and delusion all around us, these havenu0026#39;t changed a bit since Dreyeru0026#39;s time or the 1600s.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eThe film begins and ends with horrible punishment at the hands of a cruel establishment; but itu0026#39;s the unswathing of the soul in that interim space where people are alone with the questions they have about each other that matters. Let the story of religious persecution subside and this is about ordinary people who struggle with what they feel moves them.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eA man betrayed his austere god, from his own end, when he allowed a u0026#39;witchu0026#39; to go unpunished so he could take her beautiful daughter for a wife. The film begins with the wrongdoing appearing again around him. Another woman rumored to be a witch is apprehended and begs for the same forgiveness. Thatu0026#39;s on the same day as his son is coming to visit and meets a stepmother his own age.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eFrom her own end, she has been locked in a suffocating household and loveless marriage, the young man before her is everything a woman her age would pine for. We have that life take shape as a hushed love affair, it begins with a lacy image of a woman and a boy holding hands that she stitches, then a promenade out in nature that envelops and sways with the promise.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eBergman would lengthen the monologues into articulate introspection, overbearingly so, Tarkovsky would take these same long pans of the camera, set the cut further back and seep with them in and out of dreams and consciousness. Dreyer sweats out the angst with the same stoic forbearance throughout; words are measured, flows are austere. Self is not penetrated here then, by way of words or camera, we infer opaquely from the outside. It will depend on the viewer if he finds all this hypnotic or oppressive; me, I favor cessation when it leads to realization.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eSo the household is devastated by the discovery, someone has fallen to die, love is now tainted and sinking. Thatu0026#39;s the dramatic turn of events, presbyterian. Questions I find immensely more interesting, quite apart from anything about religious persecution, is what is taking place inside these people? u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eHe reserves bitter irony for the end, now she resigns to being the character in a wretched story shaped by idiots, but points also to this fickleness to make ourselves known, to our own selves first; it seems like he was ready to love to the end, a potentially happy life ahead of them, but at the last moment he steps on the accusing side of the room. Truth sunk by belief in a story about evil powers. Does he truly believe it, does he conveniently extricate himself? Itu0026#39;s the same delusion either way.”