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Sectioned Cinema: Wojciech Has and The Hour-Glass Sanatorium
Lee Arizuno , November 21st, 2009 07:57

Fans of the stranger side of cinema will love The Hour-Glass Sanatorium, Wojciech Has' surreal procession of mindblowing imagery and ideas. Lee Arizuno looks back on this under-watched classic of far-out film as a season of Has' work comes to a cinema near you.

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One of many questions on the lips of cinema-goers lucky enough to have made it along to The Surrealist Visions of Wojciech Has, a season of the Polish director’s films currently touring the UK, has been: why isn’t this man much better known? Despite Has’ obvious genius, cinéastes still tend to be better acquainted with his Czech or Hungarian sixties contemporaries, or with those Polish directors who left the country before enjoying mainstream (Roman Polanski) or cult (Andrzej Żuławski) success. Is it because he stayed in Poland to teach at the National Film School in Łódź until the end of his working life? Is it due to the same Anglo-American distrust of lavish weirdness that means David Lynch films can now apparently only get made with European funding? Either way, if you can make it to any of these screenings you may be in for the cinematic experience of your life.

Although he began his film career directing documentary and educational films, as one of the Polish School of the late 50s and early 60s Has soon established an individual approach at odds with their politicised examination of recent national history. 1958’s The Noose, Has' debut feature proper, established his signature style: using the work of a Polish literary great (Marek Hłasko) as his source, he creates a hermetically sealed world in which the story’s complexities and layers are laid out before our eyes. Set in one day — the protagonist’s last — it follows a young drinker through the bars and dark, contained streets of Warsaw. Though gloomier than what would follow, its shadowy expressionistic tone and nuanced treatment of complex subject matter nevertheless intoxicate.

Has’ best-known film is still 1965’s The Saragossa Manuscript, a surrealist swashbuckler based on Jan Potocki’s epic 1809 collection of esoteric and erotic tales. Set mainly in an Andalusian valley seemingly troubled by demons, the film has a ‘Russian dolls’ structure of stories contained within stories. Our lead character is seduced by a pair of Muslim princesses only to awake beneath a gallows strung with hanged men, prepared for torture by the Spanish Inquisition, rescued and accommodated by a cabbalist — and so the action continues, with visual motifs of skulls and arcane symbols permeating the whole trip. The opulent sets and costumes of historical drama are often played off against an avant-garde electroacoustic score (one of the first in Krzysztof Penderecki’s soundtrack career) and a highly sexual tone for its time — contemporary elements that make the experience still more uncanny. Superlative praise from critics and directors ranging from Luis Buñuel to Martin Scorsese — who, along with Francis Ford Coppola, financed Saragossa’s restoration from the only surviving full-length print — gives you some idea of how important a work this is. David Lynch calls it “one mother of a film”: a phrase more revealing than it might appear at first glance, given the influence its trickery has had upon his own.

But, innovative, stylish and playful as Saragossa is, Has’ true masterpiece remains sorely under-watched. An altogether pacier spectacle, The Hour-Glass Sanatorium is nothing less than an adult Alice in Wonderland. We follow Joseph, a man in his 30s, into the titular sanatorium to visit his father, where the doctor explains their time-cheating methods of treatment: “Here, your father’s death is yet to occur; in your country, that same death has already struck him.” Wandering the grounds, Joseph begins to encounter a bewildering array of characters. Who are these people who seem to know him? The kid with the stamp album must be his childhood friend; the girl in the nightgown — co-conspirator one minute, traitor the next — the object of his adolescent affections. But why is that red-haired woman talking to him as if he were a young lad? Why are historical battles being fought in our midst, elephant convoys and all? And why do most of the women seem incapable of fastening their tops?

These questions and many more continue to arise, but you’ll be too swept up to ponder each one for long. Like The Saragossa Manuscript, Hour-Glass is an exploration of waking and dreaming, without the relief of an objective eye to distance the trip. Unlike Saragossa, however, it was shot in colour, and few directors have made better use of the stuff than Has. From the lagoon-like deep blues and greens of the sanatorium itself to the visual feast of indelibly creepy clockwork historical figures, exotic birds (both real and humans in costume) and ancient prophets, it’s a sensory, evocative ride throughout.

The Hour-Glass Sanatorium is often misreported to be based on a short story by another homegrown literary master, Bruno Schulz — which does both parties a disservice. Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass (as it’s usually translated) was the much-loved Polish-Jewish author’s second and final major work, published in 1937: a collection of stories that took us deeper still into the quietly wondrous fictional world he'd established in his first, The Street of Crocodiles. The film is not so much ‘based on’ as ‘drawn from’ various Schulz tales, and strikes an equally original note of its own. John Updike’s formula applies equally to Has’ film: “Schulz presents an antic, soluble, picturesque cosmos, lavish in its intentions but feeble in its authority.” It’s easy to see why they complement each other so well: Schulz presents peculiar, first-person takes on his own small-town life, in which each moment is dilated with the ineffable power found in (to him) holy pulp novels or numinous Spring evenings; Has uses Schulz’s crepuscular title story as a door through which to tumble, taking in the fantastical flights that characterise his other tales as he falls. Tropes and characters — the stamp collection as a charged connection to a larger world; the half-mad father spouting singular philosophy to his customers; the loft filled with exotic birds, dead and alive — are all refracted through the director’s mind’s eye.

To give you an idea of the film’s freefall approach to the source material: one of Schulz’s stories finds Adela the housekeeper — in the book, a lightly sketched if voluble character; in the film, lascivious and downright bonkers — berating the father for inviting the local fire brigade to stay in their house and abuse her hospitality. Has has her deliver complaints about these unwelcome visitors to Joseph while laughing and slapping her naked body, as the latter admires himself modelling the fireman’s helmet he’ll continue to wear throughout much of the (unrelated) madness that follows — which includes the discovery, underneath a bed, of a fireman eating rose preserve with a spoon because he’s finished last of the raspberry cordial. This playfulness also brings us a carnivalesque depiction of pre-war Jewish shtetl life, which lends the film a paradoxical gravitas: the fact that such leaps of time and logic are necessary to recover this world reminds us of the evil that put an end to it.

This is a deeply intelligent — as distinct from ‘clever’ — film. The cumulative effect of Has’ singular mode of storytelling is as strongly emotional as it is sensational: imagine watching another person’s life flash before your eyes. Everything in his Sanatorium is coloured by the attendant melancholies, amazements and complexities of adult experience. In its world you’ve a direct, experiential link to everything that’s ever happened; you can stay with it or move away at leisure, but it’s always going to be there for you. This is, of course, a seductive consolation for anyone who’s experienced loss; the principal danger with watching The Hour-Glass Sanatorium is that by the end you’ll never want to leave.

The Surrealist Visions of Wojciech Has season tours to:

The Cinecity Brighton Film Festival

21 November – The Hour-Glass Sanatorium
22 November – Saragossa Manuscript
29 November – Noose And Farewells
6 December – How To Be Loved

Cornerhouse, Manchester

3 December – The Hour-Glass Sanatorium

The Hour-Glass Sanatorium and The Saragossa Manuscript are available on DVD thanks to the good people at Mr Bongo Films

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Martha Evans
Aug 28, 2012 10:27pm

Great sentence: "Set mainly in an Andalusian valley seemingly troubled by demons, the film has a ‘Russian dolls’ structure of stories contained within stories." "seemingly troubled by demons" could characterize lots of things. LOve the generality and the specifity here. I would find it difficult to put what Has does into words, but especially with Schulz he is true to the works while presenting his own vision.

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