- Known for his hybrid magical-realism documentaries, Bulgarian helmer Andrey Paounov has received the Special Jury Prize at the Golden Rose Film Festival for his first fiction film
In his trilogy of documentaries Georgi and the Butterflies, The Mosquito Problems and Other Stories and The Boy Who Was a King, examining the Bulgarian political and social transition after 1989, Andrey Paounov dissected this never-ending process by zooming in on the peculiar destinies of previously anonymous people. Against the backdrop of his filmography, Paounov’s fiction debut, January, which received the Special Jury Prize at the Golden Rose Film Festival (see the news), seems to be an apocalyptic wrap-up of this transition, as it depicts an enclosed world in run-down, post-communist Bulgaria with anonymous characters facing extinction. The film is loosely based on the play of the same name by unconventional Bulgarian writer Yordan Radichkov, known for his unique style of language and metaphorical intimations. And if the play from 1974 ruminates on the disappearance of Bulgarian villages in the whirlpool of a process of vast modernisation, the 2021 movie seems to suggest the vanishing of the nation, if not of humankind itself.
In snowy January, the most Bulgarian of all months (according to Radichkov), when no normal person would enter the woods (according to Paounov), The Guard (Samuel Finzi) of a remote, semi-abandoned mountain cottage complex is meditating over a nutcracker while solving crossword clues with The Old Man (Iossif Surchadzhiev). The third being in their company is a caged black crow, meticulously emptying glasses of Rakia. Their odd winter idyll is interrupted by The Twins (Zahary Baharov and Svetoslav Stoyanov), who need cottage owner Peter Motorov’s tractor to pull out their snowplough, which has become stuck. However, Motorov has zoomed off through the woods on his sleigh. Soon, The Priest (Leonid Yovchev) joins the uncanny group, too, and they all start actively waiting for Motorov while whispering stories about the hovering tenetz (meaning “ghost” in the north-western Bulgarian dialect) and witnessing bizarre events: Motorov’s horse repeatedly brings back the sleigh with killed, frozen wolves on it but without Motorov himself. Somewhere around this point, the plot starts dipping into dark absurdity by featuring ghost hunters in costumes and following the gradual disappearance of the characters in the snow, as well as The Guard’s lunatic wanderings through decaying spaces perched between past and present, which are an obvious reference to Kubrick’s The Shining.
In comparison to the play, the film’s dialogue is scarce but gets straight to the point. Paounov breathes life into Radichkov’s complex vocabulary by building up some inventive imagery – an unexpected combination of objects and characters in dusty interiors and wild, white exteriors. Altogether, they form part of a highly stylised, black-and-white setting emphasising natural and aestheticised decay. When Vasko Viana’s (The Last Bath [+see also:
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Beyond its connection to recent Bulgarian history, Paounov’s January, with its absorbing cinematography, creepy soundtrack, magnificent cast and ever-escalating suspense, is a first-class mystery-thriller which does not necessarily need to be situated in any specific context in order to be enjoyed.
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