A Musical Interlude: Pastorale (1975)

Field

At one point in Otar Iosseliani’s Pastorale (1975), a train trundles through the Georgian countryside in which the film takes place, announcing its approach with a low blast of its horn that almost immediately gives way to a song sung in the nation’s traditional polyphonic style. Though it’s mixed with the rattling of the locomotive, the music appears to be non-diegetic; there’s no obvious sign of singing among the laborers in the fields who pause in their work to watch the train go by, who stand all but motionless while they stare at the passengers staring back at them. Could it be, perhaps, that this music is what the agrarian scenery evokes in the minds of the more urban-looking passengers?

Train

Whatever the case, the musical interlude is brief. From the fields, the film cuts to a truck packed full of farm laborers as it stops at a railway crossing where the gate is coming down, much to their very vocal displeasure. Again, the low blast of the horn; again, the clatter of the train making its way along the tracks at no great speed; and again, beautiful music arising unexpectedly to mingle with these mundane sounds. This time, there’s no question of its being diegetic: it’s Mozart, specifically the “Là ci darem la mano” duet from Don Giovanni. What may seem an odd choice at first — certainly, from a stylistic standpoint, less suited to the surroundings than the earlier polyphonic singing — is actually quite apt. “Là ci darem la mano” is a song of seduction, in which the opera’s eponymous nobleman attempts to lure the peasant girl Zerlina away from her fiance and she finds herself surrendering to his charms. Pastorale‘s laborers, too, appear to fall under the spell of the train and the strangers onboard; mere moments after grousing at the railway employee who lowered the gate, the people in the truck are gazing at the inconvenient machine with smiles on many of their faces, almost as if entranced. Is it simple friendliness toward the passengers looking back at them from the windows, or is it the fact that these people and the train itself are symbols of another existence — possibly more exciting and glamorous than their own, undoubtedly different? There’s a romance about it for them, just as there’s a romance about their way of life for the passengers. As with the polyphonic singing, the music doesn’t last long. The train picks up speed and moves out of sight; the railway employee raises the gate; Mozart fades away; the truck crosses the tracks. Everyday life resumes.

Truck

A little moment, this sequence, running just over two minutes from start to finish, yet it serves as a tidy encapsulation of Pastorale as a whole — rather too tidy, in a sense. The film concerns a city-based quartet of classical musicians, two men and two women who, along with a third woman, spend a period of time living and rehearsing in the country, where they stay in the home of a local family. Urban meets rural, as in the train scene, but things are decidedly more prosaic at close hand and for an extended period than they are through the window of a moving vehicle. 

Pastorale might be described as a movie made up entirely of little moments, with next to nothing in the way of plot or major events. At the beginning, the visitors arrive; at the end, they depart; in between, they try to perfect their music while life goes on more or less as usual for the vast majority of the villagers, despite the presence of these outsiders who provide an incongruous soundtrack for their daily tasks. That’s not to say that the villagers are indifferent to the musicians. They make an effort to welcome them, urging one man to drink with them shortly after he arrives, for example, and they ask them questions about how often they practice. (One woman in the house where the musicians are staying seems less interested in their art than in a plaid miniskirt left lying on a bed.) Still, farming and laundry and cooking and cleaning and all of the other duties of country living can’t be put on hold for long.

Quartet

In music, the term “pastorale” refers to a piece with a pastoral quality, suggestive of rural life. From the first shots depicting the film’s main setting (following a short opening scene in the city), bucolic local color abounds: unpaved roads, animals everywhere, a little old man carrying an enormous bundle of hay on his back. However, for all of these rustic charms and instances of sheer beauty — and there are many — Iosseliani’s Pastorale doesn’t idealize this world the way a musical pastorale might. It’s not so much the obvious downsides, the dirt and the remoteness of the place and the endless cycles of work, though all of these are present. What really stands out is the way the villagers seem to be involved in constant disputes, sometimes to the point of physical violence; so much for the country being more peaceful than the city.

For a start, there are conflicts with the officials in charge of the kolkhoz, the Soviet collective farm: one man uses the kolkhoz truck to transport stolen bricks, another — the older man seen carrying hay at the beginning — reaps in an area off-limits to him. “You don’t reap. You don’t allow to reap,” he complains to the horseback-mounted official riding off with his confiscated scythe, then adds, not quite under his breath, “Moron.” A rebellious spirit lurks beneath this village’s quaint exterior. That being said, not all of their disputes are with authority figures. The villagers are just as likely to fight among themselves, with the family members and friends and neighbors whom they have to deal with day in and day out. Perhaps the most memorable of these fights is the one that breaks out over the placement of a window on a new house under construction. “What is it? Who allowed you? You’re going to sit by the window and watch us?” shouts a woman standing on a nearby porch. “It’s my business where I put the window. We’re not asking for your advice,” retorts her neighbor. But it’s everybody’s business, apparently, because before long a crowd gathers, and each person in it seems to have a strong opinion on the matter.

Window

Notably, this fight is cross-cut with scenes of the musicians enjoying a near-idyllic jaunt in the lovely landscape around the village itself, where they’ve gone to look at a century-old mill, apparently a point of interest in the area. (Even this pleasurable day out is tainted a bit by reality. “All this walk for this?” one of the women says upon seeing the mill.) The five visitors seem most at ease when they’re by themselves, when they don’t have to make polite but stilted conversation with their hosts (and when their rehearsals aren’t being interrupted by crop dusters flying directly overhead and various other annoyances). They are, in essence, their own tiny community, especially out here, far from everything and everyone else they know — and, as in every group of people, especially people who have to live and work together, the individual members occasionally get on one another’s nerves. One woman, seemingly more intense and serious about her music than the others, snaps at a colleague who plays a record while she’s practicing alone. “You do it on purpose?” she asks, stamping her foot. “You don’t let me work.” At another point, when the locals are feasting in honor of a guest, one of the male musicians is irritated to find that his friends have left him there alone with the villagers and gone into another room. “Couldn’t take it anymore,” one woman says, and the other man in the group complains that he can’t stand their cheap wine. “It’s impolite,” the first man insists as he leaves them to return to the table, but to no avail.

Recording

As this suggests, the two groups — the outsiders and the villagers — never really overcome their fundamental separateness. There’s no open hostility or over-the-top rudeness (the offended musician seems to be far more sensitive to his friends’ impoliteness than their hosts are), but these are different people from different backgrounds leading different lives, in spite of their close proximity for perhaps a few weeks or months. Only once do the musicians seem really engaged with the culture around them, and that’s when they meet a brother and sister who perform folk songs. They spend an evening listening to them, recording them on tape, playing the recordings back for them. Music crosses boundaries; it also serves as an example of the good that can result when people come together, when they’re literally in harmony. It’s not always easy, but people need people — to accomplish things both ordinary and extraordinary, to share love and support, to get more out of life.

Edouki Excited

But what about those individuals who belong to one group yet long to be adopted into another? Such is the situation in which Edouki (Nana Iosseliani), the teenage daughter in the musicians’ host family, finds herself. From the day they come to the village, they spark something in her. It soon becomes evident that she has a crush on Niko, one of the members of the group, but her interest in them goes beyond that; witness, for instance, the way she stops and stares at their keyboard while their rooms are being arranged, or the look of awed excitement on her face when she hears them tuning their instruments for the first time. Although she has plenty of work to do around the house, she does seem to have a bit more leisure than the adults in the community, and she spends as much time as possible with the visitors. She makes herself a kind of protector to them, keeping the younger children away from them during their rehearsal and eliminating noises that could disrupt them; she serves as their guide when they visit the mill; and gradually, she becomes a companion to them, particularly when a period of rain keeps them indoors playing games. Like the laborers transfixed by the train, she’s under the spell of these people who represent an unknown life.

Haystack

“You were not made to be a peasant girl,” Don Giovanni sings to Zerlina. Perhaps this is what Edouki hears in the quartet’s music, without their making any conscious effort to “seduce” her. If she were a few years older, she might be able to do something about it, but she’s not much more than a child. For all of her efforts, she can never truly be part of their group, and when they return to the city, she’ll be left behind — her external life more or less the same as it was before they arrived, whatever changes the experience has wrought inside her. What will her future hold? She might marry one of the local boys who always seem to be trying to attract her attention and lead a hardworking life like her mother and countless generations of women in the village before her; she might be happy that way too, at least on the whole, if not entirely free from a yearning for romance and change. There’s a scene early on in the film in which two women, apparently Edouki’s mother and grandmother, are working with dough at a table set up outside, near a road. A bus pulls to a stop. (Music can be heard in this scene as well, possibly coming from the bus itself.) The younger of the two women exchanges glances and smiles with a man sitting in the back row. She quickly lowers her eyes, but when the bus pulls away, she watches it go with a wistful expression — until the older woman taps her on the arm to break her reverie and get her back to work. Everyday life resumes.

4 thoughts on “A Musical Interlude: Pastorale (1975)

  1. Jonah

    It was nice to find this excellent post, since there is so little written on this lovely film in English (and aside from this, what I have found is mostly not terribly interesting). Thank you!

    FWIW, the dashing man on the bus who gives a sly smile (and a silent-film-villain mustache-twirl) to the woman baking bread is Otar Iosseliani himself.

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    1. Thank you, and thanks for reading! I saw Falling Leaves recommended somewhere and watched it a year or so ago, and since then I’ve been watching as many Iosseliani films as I can find. The Cinémathèque Française posted four of his films for free on their website while they were closed (https://www.cinematheque.fr/henri/#otar-iosseliani) — no English subtitles, unfortunately, but La Fonte doesn’t have any dialogue as far as I remember, and a note on Avril says that the only dialogue isn’t subtitled according to the director’s wishes. Aquarelle is short enough that I was able to get through the subtitles with help from Google Translate, though it wasn’t exactly convenient to watch it that way. I didn’t attempt Un Pètit Monastère en Toscane.

      Thanks, too, for letting me know that Iosseliani was the man on the bus! I hadn’t realized that, and it makes that moment even more interesting.

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      1. Jonah

        Yes, I saw that the Cinémathèque shared some of his films. I seem to recall the director saying he preferred people watch April without subtitles (but I don’t know where I might have read that). Maybe I’ll give it a try.

        Speaking of which… I’m curious about the languages spoken in Pastorale. There are clearly two, one largely by the musician vistors, the other by the villagers (though one of the musicians—the keyboardist—clearly speaks the latter, and some of the locals speak the former). To my inexpert ears neither of them seem to be Russian. Perhaps one is Georgian and the other a regional dialect? The copy we watched only translated stray dialogue in either, which I also suspect was deliberate and not a result of the subtitlers’ laziness. Iosseliani has a gestural approach to character and incident, and it’s possible to grasp many if not most of the interactions and reactions without needing to know precisely what is being said (I think of the scene where the locals insist that the violinist share one glass of wine, then another, then another). As in Tati, only occasionally do important lines of dialogue—often just short phrases—rise up out of the general murmur.

        Also, I was struck that we never know exactly why the musicians have travelled to the village. I initially assumed they were sent as part of some government program to bring culture to the people, and that still seems plausible. But if so, why does the film never allude to—much less show—any sort of formal concert? (Ozu, for example, would elide the big concert itself, but he would tease us with numerous allusions to it, maybe a shot of the outside of the concert hall or even of the audience attending the unseen performance.) And if the musicians were there to record the local folk songs, as some online reviews suggested, why did they bring their (cumbersome, precious) musical instruments with them? It almost seems as though Iosseliani eliminated any clear *purpose* to their visit so as to eliminate any possibility of interpreting the film along conventional lines — that is, characters need to do something, work to achieve it, achieve it (or not), the end. I found an interview with Iosseliani conducted by Michel Ciment, from when Pastorale showed in Paris (1978), and he talks, unsurprisingly, about conceiving the movie in musical rather than dramatic terms — as a series of intertwining motifs, patterns of repetition and variation. I can try to find a way to share the interview if you’re interested.

        Again, thanks for your excellent write-up.

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      2. I’ll have to pay attention to the languages next time I watch it, though I certainly don’t know more than you do about Russian or Georgian; the locals speaking a dialect seems probable, anyway. My subtitles (on a DVD set called 4 Films by Otar Iosseliani) are pretty sparse too, so maybe that was something that Iosseliani mandated. As you said, it’s generally fairly easy to understand what’s going on in any given situation, even without a full translation of the dialogue. My DVD has French subtitles as well as English, so maybe I’ll check those out and see if they seem to be similarly sparse.

        Like you, however, I’m not sure why the musicians go to the village at all, though I like your theory that it’s left purposefully unclear. I think the idea of recording local folk songs really only comes up at one point, whereas the musicians are seen rehearsing over and over throughout the film. It’s almost as if they go there solely to rehearse, but that doesn’t make much sense. I wonder if any bits of explanation are lost in the unsubtitled dialogue. If you can find a way to share that interview, that would be great, and I’d appreciate it. Thank you!

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