I have wanted to bring my readers this film for some time.
Therefore, it is an honor to review The Spirit of the Beehive for you.
I first saw this film by chance one night on TCM long ago.
I don’t remember the exact chain of events, but it was either right before seeing this or right after seeing this that I found out I was going to Spain (the country of provenance of this film).
The opportunity to visit Spain was a miracle (as have been all my travels). Never did I think I would see La Sagrada Família. Never did I dream of seeing the Guggenheim in Bilbao. These things were too much to dream. But they happened.
And this film is the quintessence of that miracle experience.
Two little girls. Ana and Isabel.
The sonic motif throughout this film is the name “Isabel” whispered by her younger sister Ana.
It is an entreaty. A putting faith in someone.
Please tell me why this, and why that.
Few films have matched the magic of this one. If you are a fan of Cinema Paradiso, this film will show you where that template originated.
Before the great Giuseppe Tornatore, there was the equally great Víctor Erice (auteur of the film under consideration).
There is a magic here which is akin to Amélie and also Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. It is a naïveté befitting of Erik Satie…a wonderment which is rarely expressed effectively in film.
For more modern viewers, the best parallel might perhaps be Beasts of the Southern Wild (on the soundtrack of which I had the honor to perform with my old band).
And so there you have it.
Bees, bees everywhere. Like Mercury Rev…”Chasing a Bee Inside a Jar”…and “Syringe Mouth” (‘here you come dripping from the hive’).
The hum. The drone. Like a subway screeching through the turns in a New York subway tunnel. And the honeycomb. Like DNA.
I should add. A certain sadness. Like a tawny port.
It was only fitting that this film was kicked to the curb for me, the poor-man’s Henri Langlois, to find at this particular time.
And so I too whisper the name Isabel. Isabel with your hair pulled back behind your ears. Don’t be cruel.