Cave of Forgotten Dreams

Werner Herzog bridges a gap 30,000 years long when he takes us to southern France’s Chauvet cave in his latest documentary Cave of Forgotten Dreams. This site of the oldest known cave paintings was discovered in 1994, and had been sealed for about 20,000 years pior. This allowed its paintings to remain fresh and for glorious champagne pink calcite to grow and sparkle upon nearly every surface. Shortly after its discovery, it was sealed once again by the French government.

In true Herzog fashion, he plows through obstacles to show us the unknown and unseen. We appreciate the journey all the more after he outlines the numerous restrictions to shooting, such as the film crew’s confinement to a two-foot wide walkway. He interviews the charming, often animated research team. They shed light on the purpose, techniques, and merits of the paintings. Most eerily, we see the path of a single cave painter whose handprints consistently show a crooked pinky finger throughout the cave. The Paleolithic painters used the rounded walls of the caves as dynamic canvasses and Herzog astutely chooses 3D to enhance their artistic choice. We witness the film crew’s discovery and the reverence for the people who displayed artistic sensitivity so mind-bogglingly long ago. The doc is filled with poetic moments, as Herzog probes into the origins of art, humanness, spirituality, and the continuing evolution of life on earth, which he illustrates in an odd but thought-provoking postscript of albino alligators swimming in nuclear plant water.

You won’t see this anywhere else.

Cave of Forgotten Dreams is now playing

Running time: 95 minutes

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Midnight In Paris

Midnight In Paris, the latest from Woody Allen, is loveable, clever, and refreshing. If you’re looking for subtlety, turn around and walk the other way. It’s so fantastical, it could have been an illustrated storybook. But then we wouldn’t have such glorious shots of Paris, which he treats with the same love and tenderness as he does New York.

Owen Wilson is an apt Woody Allen-character incarnation. He plays a wanderlusting, nostalgic writer who’s tying lose ends in his script about a nostalgia shop owner. He and his fiancée (played by Rachel McAdams) are tagging along with her parents on a business trip to Paris. What follows are Wilson’s time travel adventures in the 1920s, the time his Lost Generation heroes roamed the same Paris streets he does.

We feel both the slippery slope of a life ruled by longing for the past while delightfully indulging in it for just a while. In a time when even young adults can catch themselves doing the old man fist shake, Allen’s ideas are, ironically, timely. I walked out of the theater joyful, reflective, a little less cynical. Cheers, Woody.

Midnight In Paris is now playing all over New York

Running time: 94 mins

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