This is not a movie. It’s a meditation. Samsara is a breathtaking arrangement of moving pictures depicting spiritual life and landscape around the globe. Without words or plot, this stirring film manages to tell a captivating story, to evoke high drama and powerful emotion.
There was one part that was really weird: an American-looking man in a business suit does some crazy shizzle with clay. It didn’t seem to jive with the rest of the presentation, but at least it conjured a laugh from the audience. Besides that, I really loved it.
There were two ideas in particular that settled neatly into my mind as I exited the theatre. The first was a clear image of samsara, or the unending cycle of birth, suffering, death and rebirth. Not only the human cycle, but the cycle that we create through our own acts. We manufacture, we use, we throw away. We manufacture, we use, we throw away. Not only every day things (appliance, electronics, automobiles), but also our houses of worship (ancient ruins, temples and homes). The second idea that I received fully was that we are all the same. The film communicated this very simply. Fricke set up pictures of people from all different races and cultures staring at the audience from the other side of the camera. Staring into the eyes of another, without inhibition or fear, I could sense connectedness, oneness.
On a personal side note, I snuck out on a Thursday night to catch a showing of Samsara in Cambridge. I arrived early, nestled into my seat, all alone, took a deep breath and relaxed. I quickly became engrossed in the film’s imagery, floating around the scenes like hovercraft. I was abruptly jerked back to Earth when my husband surprised me with his presence, climbing over legs to reach the seat next to mine. For the next 40 minutes, he shoveled swollen handfuls of popcorn into his mouth and breathed heavily through his nose, occasionally leaning over to offer me a bite or identifying a photo, “That’s in Utah.” Thanks for being so thoughtful, honey.
From mine to yours,