The films of Atom Egoyan always seem to come from a
deep, curious intellect. He fills up his scripts with
symbolism and metaphor and he carries themes from one
film to the next, often using videotape to create a
cold, calculated, voyeuristic feel. His 1993 film
Calendar however, seems to come from a much
more personal struggle.
Egoyan and his
wife and frequent collaborator Arsinee Khanjian star as a
couple whose relationship is strained past the
breaking point during a trip to Armenia. The trip,
initially an assigned journey to photograph historic
Armenian churches for a calendar, turns into a
personal unraveling for Egoyan's unnamed photographer, as he watches
his wife grow closer and closer to the local man who
serves as their guide (Ashot Admian). Both husband and
wife are of Armenian descent, although only Khanjian's
character retains any hint of ethnicity, as well as a
knowledge of the Armenian language. Egoyan's character comes
off as the sort of thoughtless tourist who's more
interested in snapping the pretty pictures than
absorbing the rich history of his subjects. His
remoteness, however, comes from a variety of sources.
He expresses disappointment at his feeling like an
outsider in a country that he had always considered to
be, in some way, his homeland. And his viewing his
wife's drift from him towards this new man occupies
his mind most of the time, although he always views it
through the filter of either his video or still
camera.
That's the key to the film's power. It is constructed
very simply but very carefully. The filmed portions
consist of just a few set-ups: The various frames that
the photographer sets up for the calendar photos (with his wife
and the guide visible up until the moment the final image is snapped),
and a few angles around the photographer's Canadian apartment
where, much later, he tries to come to grips with his
wife's absence. These scenes, which are the only ones that
feature Egoyan on camera, dissect some very strange
human behaviors. The photographer refuses to answer the phone as
his wife leaves concerned messages from Armenia (his
answering machine message reveals a variety of
hackneyed excuses of why he is unavailable to take the
call) and he has a constant stream of female dinner
guests, most of whom he tries to engage in idle
chitchat, but all of whom eventually get up and start
talking on the phone in Armenian. These scenes have a mysterious quality to them: Why
does each woman ask to use the phone when the photographer pours out the last of the
wine? When it finally becomes clear these scenes take on a sad, almost pathetic,
quality.
The Armenian footage consists of the posed calendar
shots, shot on film with the painterly glow of the
setting sun, and shaky, hand-held camcorder footage.
The difference in these styles creates a variation
between passive observance and more aggressive,
voyeuristic investigation (as when the photographer stalks
behind the others and waits to see how long it takes
for his wife to notice him). Some of the images are really striking, like a seemingly endless
procession of sheep viewed through the camcorder viewfinder from a passing car. The
sheep parade on for what seems like hours as the viewer (and the characters, who haven't
really been established yet) speed by. Later this image is repeated and takes on a different
meaning, not so much for what it shows but for what it misses. Since we view all the
Armenia scenes through a self-conscious camera lens, Egoyan is able to comment on the
photographer's inability to see what is right in front of him. We see only what he sees and,
in a way, we're as blind to what he misses as he is.
That both Egoyan and Khanjian have their roots in
Armenia but never lived there adds a level of intimacy to the film. In fact, Egoyan explains
on the commentary track (and elsewhere) that many people thought that the film was
actually a semi-documentary about the break-up of their relationship. In fact, Egoyan didn't
intend to act in the film at all (he was going to have an actor overdub his off-screen voice
until he
realized that the overlapping nature of the improvised dialog made that impossible on a
tight
budget) but sometimes these happy accidents help create a richer film.
At only 75 minutes, Calendar is a sparse film. Its economy of locations, editing, and
length reflects in the focused nature of the film itself. Egoyan is not a filmmaker given to
tangents and random subplots and Calendar may be his most concise work. He
creates unique characters and exposes their flaws to us and to each other.
VIDEO:
The video of Calendar is full-screen which, given the photographic nature of the
film, is probably the way it was intended. Regardless, it looks pretty good, with nice
earth tones in the film footage and cool, blues in the camcorder sequences. The video is
from a Hi-8 camera and basically looks like a home movie that has been degraded by a
dub or two. Still, this is the intended effect and it works well.
AUDIO:
The audio mix is simple, consisting of dialog and a wide variety of music, from plaintive
Armenian instrumentals to mournful blues. All the music adds to the loneliness of
Egoyan's character and the sense of distance from his wife. The dialog is in English and
Armenian, with only the English dialog provided in the subtitles. The
Armenian dialog is mostly repeated by Khanjian, since she acts as Egoyan's translator. The
passages that she doesn't translate are not meant to be understood since we are supposed
to
feel as out of place as Egoyan.
EXTRAS:
Egoyan has three chances to explain his film in the supplement section: A commentary
track that he shares with Khanjian, a short interview with a TV reporter from the time of the
film's release, and Formulas for Seduction, a nearly hour-long discussion on his
films. As
always, Egoyan is eloquent and enjoyable to listen to. His commentary with Khanjian is
especially interesting because of the depth of their relationship. The TV interview is ok,
although it covers pretty much the same material and is only five minutes long.
Formulas for Seduction is also interesting, but somewhat haphazard in its
organization. It
begins with Calendar, which gives the impression that it will focus on the film at
hand, but then darts back to 1987's Family Viewing and then forward to 1997's
The Sweet Hereafter. Still, the opportunity to put Calendar into the context
of
Egoyan's other work is helpful and insightful.
FINAL THOUGHTS:
More than many of his contemporaries, Atom Egoyan has spent his career building a body
of work with a coherent sense of consistency. He is always able to create a palpable sense
of sadness and his best films exist both as intellectual endeavors and emotional
experiences. Calendar is unique for its structure, which manages to be formally
complex and surprisingly simple at the same time. It is a film that should appeal to both
fans of Egoyan's oeuvre and to those looking for a personal, emotionally intricate film.