[The history and thought of the artist Anselm Kiefer is threaded
throughout this exceptional documentary from Wim Wenders. ]
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PORTSIDE CULTURE

‘ANSELM’ REVIEW: AN ARTIST CONTEMPLATES THE COSMOS, IN 3-D  
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Alissa Wilkinson
December 7, 2023
The New York Times

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_ The history and thought of the artist Anselm Kiefer is threaded
throughout this exceptional documentary from Wim Wenders. _

Anselm, Janus Films

 

In an age when virtual reality headsets are, if not common, at least
accessible to gear heads and gamers, watching a 3-D movie feels a
little quaint. In its gimmicky heyday, 3-D was a lark. You laughed at
yourself for suddenly ducking at, say, a snake that came hissing out
of the screen. More recently, filmmakers have turned to 3-D to enhance
the moviegoing experience: Martin Scorsese’s “Hugo
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Alfonso Cuarón’s “Gravity
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With films like these, you’re seeing into a world inside the screen,
rather than being poked by it.

But for the most part, 3-D — often added after the film is shot in
regular old 2-D — has been a way to sell a more expensive movie
ticket. Yet occasionally it adds a dimension
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to a movie that expands its possibilities and reinforces its
explorations.

The first great contemporary 3-D film I ever saw was “Pina
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Wim Wenders’s 2011 tribute to the German choreographer Pina Bausch
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Tanztheater Wuppertal, as its cast. Less a biographical documentary
than a vibe, “Pina” used 3-D to give the viewer the feeling of a
front-row seat to some of Bausch’s most famous works, performed in
unusual architectural and natural spaces. I’ve seen a number of the
same works performed onstage, but I sometimes forget that I wasn’t
technically there for the dances in the film because my brain reacted
the way it does when I’m in the audience for a live performance.

Wenders must have liked making “Pina,” because he finds a natural
register with his latest 3-D artist documentary, “Anselm.” He is
not the first to make a film about the German artist Anselm Kiefer
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who brings a poetic impulse out of the filmmakers who train their
cameras on him. In her 2011 documentary “Over Your Cities Grasses
Will Grow
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Sophie Fiennes crafted a gliding, observational portrait of the artist
at work at La Ribaute, his atelier-estate in southern France. The
first 20 minutes or so of that film consist of smoothly shot footage
flowing through the many tunnels and halls on the grounds. It’s a
bit like watching a dance, with Kiefer as principal in a duet with his
work.

By contrast, there’s a bit more of Kiefer’s history and thought
threaded throughout “Anselm.” Those who know little of his work
will find enough to stitch together an understanding of his import in
the art world and beyond. There’s archival video, mostly news
footage from decades ago, played on vintage TV sets. There’s a sort
of puppet show consisting of Kiefer’s earliest family photos set in
elaborate layered stage sets, and there are re-enactments of young
Anselm (played by Anton Wenders, the director’s grandnephew) as his
imagination and artistry develop. Later, Kiefer’s son Daniel plays
his father as a young man, observing barren landscapes, beginning to
paint, creating a visual language founded in a drive to look at, not
away from, discomfiting history.

 
Those scenes are not marked by dialogue — in fact, there’s very
little dialogue at all in “Anselm,” though half-heard phrases are
breathily whispered by voices meant to represent the women in his
sculptures “Die Frauen der Antike” (Women of Antiquity) and “Les
Femmes Martyres.” The re-enactments are woven together with
contemporary footage of the artist at work in his cavernous studio, so
big that he uses a bike to get around.

So while “Anselm” does follow a roughly chronological path, it has
the feeling of time collapsing on itself, which harmonizes well with
Kiefer’s body of work. The artist (born in 1945, at the end of World
War II) met controversy in the late 1960s, when his re-appropriation
of texts and myths co-opted by the Third Reich was viewed with
suspicion: Was he a neo-fascist? Sympathetic? What was he doing?

Reflecting on that time in interview footage that appears in
“Anselm,” he says he saw his fellow Germans trying to put Nazi
atrocities behind them by refusing to talk about what happened. For
him, he says, the art is about trying “to bring this all back into
memory and work on it.” Small wonder he’s fascinated with Martin
Heidegger, and also frustrated with the philosopher’s silence on his
own Nazi past. “Nothing but silence from the great philosopher.
Nothing about his errors,” he says. “The whole of society was
silent then; all failed to grasp the unimaginable. I myself lived
among people who had been all around and didn’t want to talk about
it.” (In archival footage, a voice characterizes Kiefer as having
“prodded incessantly at the open wound of German history.”)

One major theme of “Anselm” is the artist’s obsession with
converting the repressed, the forgotten, the merely intellectual into
physical form. To that end, we watch as he works to externalize what
he feels, a septuagenarian with a remarkably physical practice. He
glops paint onto canvases, slaps them, scrapes them, burns them,
scribbles the words of Paul Celan (a Jewish poet who wrote in German,
and another key touchpoint) onto them. Watching the film, it’s easy
to see why Kiefer’s work has been so widely praised and shown. It is
enormous and elemental. What he’s doing feels like an attempt to
capture the whole cosmos.

Kiefer’s foundation, which maintains La Ribaute, is named Eschaton,
a word that refers to the end of the world — in biblical terms, the
final act of God in the human era. Whatever your spiritual
inclinations, the word is evocative of not just a spiritual event, but
a physical one: a world in flames, oceans rising and history meeting
its end.

This is why “Anselm” is so splendid as a 3-D film. (You can watch
it in 2-D, and it’s good, but if 3-D is available, don’t skip it.)
You feel the heat of the torch, the texture of the paint, the straw,
the stone. And indeed, the stuff of the world carries the memories
we’d prefer to forget or suppress. Buildings and landscapes and
statues and the yellowing pages of books testify to what we do to one
another, generation after generation. A film like “Anselm” is
another level of preservation as well as a contemplative experience,
in which the past and the future meet, in a way we can feel as much as
see.

The film ends with the child Anselm and the adult Kiefer walking
through the same spaces: the Doge’s Palace in Venice, where the
artist exhibited last year, and his childhood home and bedroom.
We’re there with him, viscerally, letting history enter our senses.
What wounds him is permitted to wound us, too.

ANSELM
Not rated. In German, with subtitles. Running time: 1 hour 33 minutes.
In theaters.

 

 

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