Immediately after the opening credits have rolled, Eisenstein’s
film focuses on a shot of a human skull and a skeletal animal carcass; accompanied
by the icy glissandi of Prokofiev’s score it is a perfect fusion of film and
music, a symbiosis of the despair and decay that comes to symbolise the invasion
of the homeland.
But, just as Alexander and his people are yoked to the hordes
of Genghis Khan so Eisenstein is to an historical imperative that sought to
resurrect the present in the past. Eisenstein’s first film for nine years (and
his first in sound) it was at once a xenophobic attack on Germany and a paean
to the glorious Soviet Republic; its glory is to invoke the historical as a
mirror for the present. Released to critical acclaim in 1938, it was discreetly
mothballed when Stalin signed the Nazi-Soviet Non-aggression Pact in 1939, only
to be re-released when Germany invaded the Soviet Union in 1942. If not Eisenstein’s
masterpiece, Alexander Nevsky is certainly one of the greatest films
of its time, propagandist though it maybe (and no better nor worse than the
films of Leni Riefenstahl because of that).
Eisenstein’s use of dialogue is sparing; he prefers instead
to assimilate image and music. Prokofiev’s stirring choruses (perhaps a little
underwhelming in this live performance of the complete score with a showing
of the film) herald the voice of the people but it is the scope of the camerawork,
with its enormous panoramic scenes, which makes the film such a spectacle. Vast
open spaces – whether of the marshes at the beginning of the film, the devastated
cities at its centre, or the preparation for the Battle on the Ice near the
end – lend Alexander Nevsky a cinematic perspective which recalls, and
looks forward to, David Lean’s Lawrence of Arabia. Those very battle
scenes – filmed from a distance, then close up – recall another propagandist
film, Olivier’s Henry V, and scenes such as the cracking of the ice sending
the heavily armoured, horned-helmeted Teutonic knights sinking to the bottom
still astonish for their freshness and virtuoso technical achievements.
Dominating the film is the central performance of Nikolai Cherkasov
as Alexander. Eisenstein films him close-up to emphasise his height and authority,
many times placing him centre screen, but with a touch of irony this blond-haired,
bass-voiced actor more than resembles one of the Aryan Nords the film is designed
to depict as axiomatic of the invaders (and they themselves are more likely
to be hirsute and darker than their Teutonic ancestry rightly suggests they
were).
There is no doubt that films such as this – limited as they
are by sound quality, if not picture quality - benefit from a live performance
of the score. With a conductor like Ashkenazy in charge that brings its own
problems – a Russian directness which focuses on the brass at the expense of
the strings; too often trumpets and trombones seemed engaged in their own battle
of wills. At moments – especially during the battle, which is not wholly orchestrated
– indeed, the actual grittiness of the clashing of metal against metal is performed
without music – Prokofiev’s score came across as less subtle than it is. Bells
rang out with penetrating loudness, almost as if they would shatter the bell-towers
they were supposed to recall on screen.
But, there was no doubting the passion with which the Philharmonia
played this score and their virtuosity was often of the highest order (even
if they come in late at certain moments). Ashkenazy coaxed luxurious string
tone during the girl’s lament – beautifully, and hauntingly, sung by the Finnish
mezzo Lilli Paasiviki – and the closing peroration with orchestra and chorus
in full cry couldn’t fail to raise to roof. Subtle it might not have been, but
it added immeasurably to the underlying power of Eisenstein’s epic tableaux.
There are few recordings of Prokofiev’s complete score but
of the familiar suite the greatest recordings are those which appreciate the
deftness of Prokofiev’s colourful – and prismatic – writing. Chief amongst them
are Fritz Reiner’s superb, incandescently played Chicago Symphony Orchestra
recording (RCA 09026-68363-2) and Karel Ancerl’s blistering Czech Philharmonic
performance (Supraphon 11 1948-2 911). For a more modern sounding interpretation
Claudio Abbado’s with the London Symphony Orchestra takes some beating (DG 447
419-2).
There is only one version of the film to obtain on DVD – and
that is the Criterion edition, part of a three disc set including Eisenstein’s
Ivan the Terrible. Its advantage over other editions of the film is that
it has been extensively restored in terms of both image and sound quality in
a wide-ranging digital transfer. Included on the disc are production stills,
a new translation, a multi-media essay by Russell Merritt on the Eisenstein/Prokofiev
collaboration and an audio essay by David Bordell. Expensive though it may be,
Eisenstein: The Sound Years is indispensable.
Marc Bridle
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