Terje Vigen (Érase un hombre...)

Beautiful cinematography along the rugged Norwegian coastline and a powerful message of forgiveness are the highlights of this film from Victor Sjöström, which was a landmark in its day. It's Ibsen's story of a man who tries to get past a British blockade to feed his hungry wife and baby, but is caught and imprisoned for five years. By the time he gets home, they've perished. I went in unfamiliar with the story and thought it might be a Tarantino-like tale 1917-style, especially when the man comes across the British captain who showed him no mercy and has a chance for vengeance. It's such a touching thing that he doesn't do so given the depths to which mankind was sinking in WWI at the time.

Channeling Christ really gives an extra meaning to the backlit crosses we see in the cemetery in one of the film's beautiful shots. Another that stands out in my mind is the old man sitting and staring out at the sunset over the water, and there is real depth of feeling throughout the film. The only reason for the slightly lower review score was the overall pace, which I found slow for such a simple story, with the exception of the scenes of tension. Sjöström immerses us so well into this world we can practically taste the sea salt and I love him for it, I just wish there had been a little meat on the bones of this story. On another night my score may have been higher, and this is worth seeing though.