Lodela

Lodela

Lodela
| 26 min

Inspired by the myths of the afterlife, this allegorical dance piece illuminates the soul's quest by exploring movement and the human body in new and astonishing ways. An evocation of the origins of the world. A hymn to the beauty of the human form. A celebration of movement. A metaphor for life and death. A film without words.

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Although done later than Pas de deux, these two films remind me a lot of each other. I love how birth to death and back again is explored using artists similar in body type. It's hard to differentiate the sexes and it becomes more about the art and message. I thought that when the "male" gave birth to the "female" (13:50), it was a neat perspective to capture. The music matched the life experiences quite well. For me, passion here was about experiencing the movement of life while exploring its transitions.

Tré Armstrong
De la sélection : Tré Armstrong on dance, music and passion

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Générique
  • réalisateur
    Philippe Baylaucq
  • scénario
    Philippe Baylaucq
  • producteur
    Iolande Cadrin-Rossignol
  • photographie
    Jean-Pierre Lachapelle
    Philippe Baylaucq
  • montage
    Roch La Salle
  • montage sonore
    Marie-Claude Gagné
  • chorégraphie
    José Navas
  • ré-enregistrement
    Serge Boivin
  • musique
    Eric Longsworth
  • interprète
    José Navas
    Chi Long
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  • brendaclews

    Mythic, primal, visionary. I watch Lodela over and over, each time finding more elements in the stark simplicity. The film is in black and white. The camera lovingly caresses the shadows and planes of the dancers bodies. Camera angles change, from witnessing to being in the centre of their motion looking outward. The choreography is organic, flowing with the natural rhythms of the body. I feel the breeze on the reeds, the storm on the ocean, the planets in the sky. The music is ethereal, gentle. Human voices wake us, and we do not drown, but come to life, emerge. We are born. The whole of a human life is here, in fetal form, our birth, growth, love, death. The Sisyphean task of our life. Longing, desire. The beauty of the body. Motion, its beauty. The dancers, Jose Navas and Chi Long, are lithe, muscular, perfect specimens of us, and perfect if opposite reflections of each other, taut as dancers, graceful, expressive, minimalist. A slight reminiscence of Butoh in the expression of the dance - yet there is no horror here, rather a beauty of newness. They are soulmates. They are like strange flowers writhing and crawling and jumping and coiling on the white face of the moon. They are the life in the original amoeba of the planet. We watch the primal cell, the fusion of chromosomes, their dance. They are at the beginning of everything. A film of the birth of rebirth. They are love. The final image, where he closes his eyes to awaken as her is profound. This film by Philippe Baylaucq is poetry. A masterpiece.

    brendaclews, 5 Sep 2010
  • brendaclews

    Mythic, primal, visionary. I watch Lodela over and over, each time finding more elements in the stark simplicity. The film is in black and white. The camera lovingly caresses the shadows and planes of the dancers bodies. Camera angles change, from witnessing to being in the centre of their motion looking outward. The choreography is organic, flowing with the natural rhythms of the body. I feel the breeze on the reeds, the storm on the ocean, the planets in the sky. The music is ethereal, gentle. Human voices wake us, and we do not drown, but come to life, emerge. We are born. The whole of a human life is here, in fetal form, our birth, growth, love, death. The Sisyphean task of our life. Longing, desire. The beauty of the body. Motion, its beauty. The dancers, Jose Navas and Chi Long, are lithe, muscular, perfect specimens of us, and perfect if opposite reflections of each other, taut as dancers, graceful, expressive, minimalist. A slight reminiscence of Butoh in the expression of the dance - yet there is no horror here, rather a beauty of newness. They are soulmates. They are like strange flowers writhing and crawling and jumping and coiling on the white face of the moon. They are the life in the original amoeba of the planet. We watch the primal cell, the fusion of chromosomes, their dance. They are at the beginning of everything. A film of the birth of rebirth. They are love. The final image, where he closes his eyes to awaken as her is profound. This film by Philippe Baylaucq is poetry. A masterpiece.

    brendaclews, 5 Sep 2010
  • brendaclews

    Mythic, primal, visionary. I watch Lodela over and over, each time finding more elements in the stark simplicity. The film is in black and white. The camera lovingly caresses the shadows and planes of the dancers bodies. Camera angles change, from witnessing to being in the centre of their motion looking outward. The choreography is organic, flowing with the natural rhythms of the body. I feel the breeze on the reeds, the storm on the ocean, the planets in the sky. The music is ethereal, gentle. Human voices wake us, and we do not drown, but come to life, emerge. We are born. The whole of a human life is here, in fetal form, our birth, growth, love, death. The Sisyphean task of our life. Longing, desire. The beauty of the body. Motion, its beauty. The dancers, Jose Navas and Chi Long, are lithe, muscular, perfect specimens of us, and perfect if opposite reflections of each other, taut as dancers, graceful, expressive, minimalist. A slight reminiscence of Butoh in the expression of the dance - yet there is no horror here, rather a beauty of newness. They are soulmates. They are like strange flowers writhing and crawling and jumping and coiling on the white face of the moon. They are the life in the original amoeba of the planet. We watch the primal cell, the fusion of chromosomes, their dance. They are at the beginning of everything. A film of the birth of rebirth. They are love. The final image, where he closes his eyes to awaken as her is profound. This film by Philippe Baylaucq is poetry. A masterpiece.

    brendaclews, 5 Sep 2010

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