(Ireland, 84 min.)
Dir. Pat Collins, Writ. Pat Collins, Eoghan Mac Giolla Bhride, Sharon Whooley.
Starring: Eoghan Mac Giolla Bhride.
The average speed of sound travels a distance of 1236 km/hr. That’s awfully fast. The sound of silence, then, must be very slow. It’s painfully slow, in fact, as evidenced by Silence, a film that is lethargically paced both narratively and aesthetically.
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One’s thoughts flow wildly while watching Silence, so it’s too bad that the film makes its point so early on. After some expository moments of soundscaping, Eoghan stumbles upon the aforementioned morale proffered by the wise man of the Irish hillside. The film then drifts aimlessly, providing one example of natural serenity after another. It’s both calming and haunting, but also trying and taxing. Silence is so slow that Ginger & Rosa seems like a racecar match by comparison. Much of the film simply features Eoghan sitting in a field with a microphone as the grass billows around him. Viewers who enjoy cinematic nature might be in luck; however, Silence shows that there really is an art to all those shots of grass in a Terrence Malick film.
Silence might therefore have been more powerful as a short, maybe by offering the opening act as a stand alone film and then cutting to black immediately after the barman’s speech to leave the viewer in a sense of literal absence that underscore the film’s main point. Instead, Silence leaves viewers in a void with little to fill it besides the restlessness of their fidgety peers. The film might encourage some viewers to take a walk, instead of sitting to appreciate the silence. If a tree falls in the woods and nobody is around to hear it, does it make any noise?
Silence screened in Ottawa as part of the Canadian Film Institute’s European Union Film Festival