There Was a Lad (was Re: O Happy Day)

Yoshie Furuhashi furuhashi.1 at osu.edu
Fri Dec 15 11:46:01 PST 2000



>Dennis Perrin/Nancy Bauer wrote:
>
>>Socialists used to think this way, before they went to
>>college, got tenure.
>
>I went to college, to grad school even, but never came close even to
>tenure track, much less tenure. These distinctions between effete
>intellectuals and the horny-handed real folk are pretty tedious.
>I've often found that the people who make them most vigorously are
>trying to establish their own credibility more than anything else.
>
>Doug

_Only socialists who have been to college_ romanticize manual labor in a _workerist_ fashion, "singing to tractors," so to speak. Most manual laborers -- be they under capitalism or socialism -- don't. Vasily Shukshin -- no "socialist realist" & himself intimately acquainted with the reality of manual labor -- understood this fact very well.

***** Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2000 10:34:58 -0500 To: marxism at lists.panix.com, pen-l at galaxy.csuchico.edu,

SOCIALIST-REGISTER at YORKU.CA From: Louis Proyect <lnp3 at panix.com> Subject: [PEN-L:4599] "There Was a Lad"

"There Was a Lad" is a deceptively modest film. Filmed in a radiant black-and-white on location in the rural Russia of 1964, it tracks the day-to-day existence of a young truck driver Pavel Kolokolnikov (Leonid Kuravlev), whose only dream is to rise above his mundane existence. But it is not money that he hungers for, rather entry into the world of "culture", especially as expressed in the women of his dreams.

This world is symbolized by the town librarian whom he throws himself at as soon as he meets her. He shows up at the library and announces in a loud voice that he wants to take out Karl Marx's Capital, because "there are a few pages at the end that he hasn't gotten to." He speaks these words with a broad grin on his face--as if admitting to her and anybody else within earshot--that it is just a joke. He also tends to speak a few decibels too loud, as do most of the bumpkins he spends his working days with. Meanwhile, the librarian and all the other educated professionals in the film speak at a normal tone. Despite living under "communism", all of the characters marked by this subtle class distinction--and others not so subtle--are acutely aware of the differences between them.

Even though she is engaged to a engineer, he keeps making advances toward her even while sitting with the two of them in a local fashion show. It is difficult for her or the engineer to get angry at Pavel, because he is such a simple and affable soul.

Pavel seems more comfortable with those on his own level. In a scene that expresses the sympathy of director Vasily Shukshin's for such characters, Pavel shows up at the bungalow of his single middle-aged aunt with a bachelor friend, also middle-aged. She had instructed him a while back to find her a man and he was there to deliver the goods. While the three sit around a dining table drinking vodka and eating fresh vegetables, Pavel occasionally makes comments like "Auntie, how are you doing lately? Have you been feeling too lonely?" Meanwhile, his male companion sits in his chair with beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Although he knew he was there to get hooked up, the palpable reality of the situation has him beside himself. Making excuses, Pavel takes each off by themselves in to put pressure on them to "close the deal". After he contentedly leaves the two to go off in his truck, we see them a bit more relaxed as they make small talk over another glass of vodka.

The happiness they share eludes Pavel, who seeks to rise above his station--at least when it comes to love. When he looks up an old girl friend on his truck route, who has a job as a construction worker, he finds fault in her life style. Picking up some chintzy looking ceramic animals from a shelf in her living room, he berates her: "This is not what refined people have in their homes. Do you expect these figurines to bring you luck?" Meanwhile, this accusation is one that he only heard a few hours earlier from an educated woman who has hitched a ride with him in his truck. She had told Pavel that refined people have art prints on their walls and do not keep good-luck trinkets. After dropping her off in her village, he overhears her talking with her husband about the risks of taking a ride with a "common truck driver." The hostility he feels towards his betters is misdirected against the poor construction worker who seeks nothing more than his affection.

Ultimately Pavel is a prisoner of his dreams. Whether behind the wheel of his truck or in a hospital bed recovering from injuries incurred in a heroic act, he fantasizes about a more perfect world where he is garbed in white in a petal-strewn forest receiving the affections of the town librarian. Or he dreams that he is a General bedecked in ribbons delivering inspirational speeches to all the women he has ever known, who are recovering in a hospital ward. Their problem? It is their "heart", which is just another way of saying that he is projecting his own romantic frustrations onto the opposite sex. Such scenes are rendered in a surprising Fellini-esque fashion.

Although Vasily Shukshin was a preeminent Soviet writer and film-maker of the "rural" school (derevenschik), there is nothing romantic about his treatment of such folk. They are prisoners of their dreams. In an introduction to a collection of Shushkin's short stories, Yevgeny Yevtushenko compared him to "the carpenter's son from Galilee; one of his palms was firmly nailed to the country, the other to the town."

Shukshin knew this world first-hand. After all, he was just like the character Pavel Kolokolnikov. When he showed up at Moscow's film school--known as a haven for intellectuals-- he was just out of the navy and still in military fatigues. According to Martin Cruz Smith (LA Times, Oct. 27, 1996), when asked about his education he shot back with a Siberian accent that he hadn't had the time to read "War and Peace" because it was too thick. He had another obstacle to overcome: his father was executed in one of Stalin's prison camps.

Shushkin died of a heart attack in 1974, at the age of 45. Born in the Eurasian territory of Altai, a mountainous region just north of Mongolia, he knew all about working-class life from an early age. At 17 he worked as an unskilled worker at a construction site in Kaluga. Later he had an opportunity to move to Vladimir and to work at a tractor plant as a motor-repair fitter. These experiences shaped his consciousness and are reflected in every frame of "There Was a Lad" and all his fiction.

"There Was a Lad" was shown as part of a series titled "Soviet Cinema of the 1960s: Revolution in the Revolution" now at Walter Reade Theater in NYC's Lincoln Center. (http://www.filmlinc.com/) Encouraged by Krushchev's thaw in cultural policies and influenced by the New Wave in Europe, these film-makers were not united by a common style but only in a willingness to deal with Soviet society in a frank manner and to be honest to their own esthetic dictates. Instead of recycling "socialist realism", with its all-too-perfect heroes and heroines, 1960s Soviet cinema dealt with real people in a real world. This, of course, is something all too rare in cinema including our own "free" society.

With the rise of Brezhnev, this period came to an end. Some of the film-makers were no longer able to be free to their artistic vision, while others came to the United States. With the end of Communism, there is no longer a Soviet film industry. The junk that Hollywood produces is dumped on Russian society, along with MacDonalds and Coca-Cola. It is a great tragedy that the economic, social and artistic initiatives of the Krushchev era were suppressed. If not for this, the world would look a lot different today. If I get the opportunity to see other films in this series, I will report back.

Louis Proyect Marxism mailing list: http://www.marxmail.org/ *****

_There Was a Lad_ sounds like a wonderful film, which gives a subtly feminist criticism of male anxiety about "cultured women" as well as of metaphorical representation of "culture" as "feminine" (since I haven't had a chance to see the movie, I'm going by Lou's description), in addition to an examination of alienation rooted in the separation of mental & manual labor which actually existing socialism was never able to overcome.

Yoshie



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