Earnest, humane, and
political, indie drama Northern Lights
tells the story of how Norwegian-immigrant farmers organized in North Dakota
circa 1916 as a means of fighting back against abuse by politically connected
businessmen. Codirected by first-timers John Hanson and Rob Nilsson, the
picture has a miniscule budget, simplistic black-and-white cinematography, and
a general paucity of visual spectacle beyond panoramic shots of wintry North
Dakota skylines. Yet as is true of many respectable indies, the limitations of Northern Lights are also virtues. This
is a story about small people living on the fringes of civilization, so the
rudimentary presentation suits the material. Moreover, Hanson and Nilsson focus
on performance, letting the faces of their actors carry the muted emotions of
the storyline—another suitable choice, given the stoicism of the population
being portrayed. In every important way, the filmmakers strive to put viewers inside
the day-to-day grind of a specific population.
Ray (Robert Behling) is a
struggling young farmer eager to marry his sweetheart, Inga (Susan Lynch), but
life has a nasty way of interrupting. Work, the death of Inga’s father, bad
weather, and the rising conflict between farmers and businessmen all force
delays of the couple’s nuptials. Meanwhile, life in general becomes more and
more difficult with each passing month for the members of Ray’s community.
Ray’s partner, John (Joe Spano), withholds an entire year’s crop of wheat after
businessmen artificially depress prices, thereby creating privation on a point
of professional pride. Not coincidentally, Ray gets drawn deeper and deeper
into labor organization, especially after he watches a bank mercilessly foreclose
on a friend’s farm. Northern Lights
is partly a catalog of suffering, partly a hero’s journey in which Ray evolves
from follower to leader, and partly a tribute to the tenacity of immigrants
pulling a living out of rugged terrain. Northern
Lights is also a memory piece of sorts, since the movie is framed by
sequences of a 94-year-old man discovering Ray’s decades-old journal and
transforming that journal into a book (which, ostensibly, provides the story of
the movie).
If all of this makes Northern
Lights sound ambitious, that’s not precisely accurate. Although the movie
dramatizes a large span of time, its scope is intimate—and that’s the beauty
and frustration of the picture. Viewed favorably, Northern Lights wedges an epic story into a manageable shape. Viewed
critically, Northern Lights is like a
sketch for a never-completed painting. For every single thing the film
accomplishes, some other thing is merely implied. This is not to say the movie
feels incomplete, because it does not—but rather to say that Northern Lights epitomizes both the
strengths and weaknesses of DIY filmmaking. A bigger version of this story wouldn’t
feel as personal, but a bigger version would provide a more holistic examination
of the historical events depicted onscreen.
Northern Lights: FUNKY
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