Alexander Nevsky (1938)

Directors: Sergei Eisenstein and Dmitri Vasilyev

By Roderick Heath

In the decade after he reshaped cinema with his then-experimental technique in works like Strike (1924), Battleship Potemkin (1925), and October (1928), Sergei Eisenstein became a peripatetic semi-exile when Stalin’s rise made life uncomfortable for him at home, and the international film scene beckoned. And yet he became a world-famous artist without a friendly harbour to anchor in. A visit to Hollywood had seen him patronised by David Selznick when he handed in his screenplay adapted from Theodore Dreiser’s An American Tragedy: “It was for me a most memorable experience,” Selznick wrote to RKO executive B. P. Schulberg, “The most moving script I have ever read…Is it too late to try to [dissuade] the enthusiasts of the picture from making it?” An attempt to make what Eisenstein described as “a shabby travelogue into a really major film,” Que Viva Mexico!, with the backing of leftist writer Upton Sinclair as his producer, resulted in an unfinished pile of beautiful fragments. Eisenstein slunk back to the USSR, fortunately missing the worst years of the Great Purge.

With geopolitics in an awful state—Soviet Russia was expecting conflict with Germany’s Nazi regime—Eisenstein’s return seemed well-timed as he commenced work on a film that would evoke historical parable for resistance against invasion. His credited codirector Vasilyev and coscreenwriter Pyotr Pavlenko were imposed collaborators, charged with the job of keeping the taint of “formalism” out of the project. When the movie had been completed and rushed into theatres, Hitler and Stalin signed their nonaggression pact, and Eisenstein found himself and his film embarrassedly stowed away, only to be rehabilitated when war between the two superstates finally did break out. In spite of all these weighty matters, Alexander Nevsky in many ways sits with some comfort amongst other historical adventure films in the late ’30s, particularly the Michael Curtiz-Errol Flynn films like The Charge of the Light Brigade (1936) and The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938), and Cecil B. DeMille films like The Crusades (1935). Unlike those brash, breezy, technically more polished films, Eisenstein pares back as much drama as possible to concentrate on the synergistic flow of his shots and carefully built rhythmic intensity. The storyline operates on the most primal of levels.

Set against the macrocosmic drama facing the assailed city-states of the Rus, with oppression by the Mongol Golden Horde on one side and the advancing fanatical forces of the Teutonic knights on other, Eisenstein pits characters who might have stepped directly out of a folktale: warriors Vasily Buslai and Gavrilo Olexich (Nikolai Okhlopkov and Andrei Abrikosov), best of friends competing to win the hand of beautiful Novgorod maiden Olga (Vera Ivashova), who declares she will marry the man who proves himself bravest in battle; Vasilisa (Aleksandra Danilov), whose father is executed by the Germans when the city of Pskov is captured through treachery by the Knights, takes up a sword herself and joins the massing Russian resistance; Ignat (Dmitriy Orlov), an aged armourer who becomes embodiment of native pluck in venturing into battle; and Alexander himself (Nikolai Cherkasov), warrior chief of Vladimir who gained the sobriquet “Nevsky” for beating off a Swedish army on the banks of the Neva, the embodiment of sober, conscientious kingship.

Alexander is first glimpsed when a train of Mongols dragging captive Russians off for forced labour pass by a fishing party, and the peasants and Mongol soldiers begin to clash. Alexander shouts from the water, “Quiet! The fish will take fright!” Striding ashore, he exchanges loaded words with the smiling, autocratic Golden Horde khan (Lyan-Kun). Apart from his cutting, commanding voice and bright, challenging, innately intelligent eyes, Alexander is indistinguishable in his manner and dress from the men he leads, and his casual willingness to get his feet dirty in leading the fishing party contrasts the Mongol, who has a soldier prostrate himself to make a step for him to get into his litter. This scene serves a double purpose: it helps the film overcome the inevitable problem in a Soviet work of the era of how to make a hero of a king, and, more pertinently, establishes Alexander’s character: making no more fuss than necessary and with a goal in mind, he’s receptive to any incidental intuition. Later, he gets the inspiration for his battle strategy from a bawdy joke. In my favourite moment of Cherkasov’s in the film, Alexander paces in distraction and quiet agony around his palace where two of his liegemen mend their fishing net, anticipating the call to fight the Germans and wondering how to beat this formidable enemy. Alexander contemplates the strands of the net, and then tears them apart in frustration: “This is delicate work…not like fighting Swedes…”

When the delegates do arrive to beg his aid, he declares with new life: “I know nothing of defence! We attack!” Alexander becoming captain to the Rus is preceded by a fierce communal argument in which the citizens of Novgorod, closest to the onward sweep of the Germans, listen to the testimony of those who have escaped from Pskov. Rich merchants and paid agents argue to make a deal with the knights, but the evidence of mangled survivors and treachery infuriates the patriots who shout down the rich men and demand competent leadership: Domash (Nikolai Arsky), a warrior of standing who is their initial choice, turns down the job, insisting that only Alexander can win for them. Alexander replies that the warrior elite of Rus can’t win, and calls for a national uprising; the very earth itself disgorges streams of peasants used to hiding from marauders converging on Novgorod for an exultant expression of fighting spirit.

Through his montage theory, probably no other director has had such a consequential impact on the development of cinema in general as Eisenstein, but Alexander Nevsky is the film of his that’s had a more particular influence. It’s the perfect model of the few-against-many, good-against-evil epic. Laurence Olivier pillaged it for his Henry V (1945), and it’s hard to imagine movies as popular and diverse as fantasies such as The Lord of the Rings series and Conan the Barbarian (1982), scifi works like the Star Wars saga, and a raft of historical action dramas (David Lean’s films, Spartacus [1960], Braveheart [1995], King Arthur [2004]), without Eisenstein’s model. They quote his optical and editorial tricks, and replicate the dramatic dynamics of his Battle on the Ice sequence. A significant difference between Nevsky and most of the films it influenced, however, is not merely its immediate consequence as a tool for rousing the audience and telling a good yarn, but that it’s a work that channels anthropological and folk-art influences in an attempt to conjure a sense of the past as living tradition, not mere escapism. Nevsky takes the rules of Norse sagas and iconic art seriously to reproduce in part their aesthetics in the context of realistic ’30s cinema.

Sergei Prokofiev’s score, with its chorale commentaries on the action, entwines with recurring visual motifs that evoke that state of Rus in the mid 1200s—a land of bleaching bones after decades of massacres by the Mongols and stranded longboats redolent of the Viking founders of Vladimir and Novgorod—in painting a cultural context, and a harmonious concept of the drama about to unfold as part of Russia’s past and present. Prokofiev’s work on the film was and is one of the signal collaborations between a great cinema artist and a highly regarded classical composer, and it’s still certainly one of the greatest film scores ever recorded, especially if sheer dramatic necessity is a yardstick—the score is so deeply woven into the film it wouldn’t exist in the same way without it, making Nevsky a true pan-cultural creation. Eisenstein and Prokofiev used all available means of achieving that linked effect, composer writing music to the script and director cutting scenes to match material already written. Nevsky is negligibly lessened by a few overly arch moments of propaganda, but moreso by its technical problems. The film was made with an experimental sound system that had a muffling effect on much of the dialogue and especially on the score, and the rush to get the film in theatres forestalled any tweaking.

Eisenstein had one of cinema’s most perfect eyes for composing elements within a frame (think of a shot from a Michael Bay film, and then think of the exact opposite), and his efforts here both extend the high modernism of early Soviet cinema, evident in occasional semi-abstract arrangements, and enrich his visuals with the squared-off perspective of Byzantine-influenced Russian art. In the first half, his compositions are studiously geometric, his actors carefully posing in declarative attitudes: Alexander surveying the expanse of the green Russian dales with an old peasant at his side, or Buslai and Olexich assuming poses in contending for Olga, who constantly stands with back to the two hovering, towering men. This might sound flat and pompous, and yet it’s anything but. What’s remarkable is how Eisenstein uses these qualities to suggest powerful, composing forces, building tension through alternations of hypnotic quiet and tersely delivered dialogue, and violent communal arguments and celebrations on the path from panic and questioning on behalf of the frightened Rus folk to the moment of fearless readiness for the eruptive chaos of battle.

Just as deliberately flat, and yet still lovably vibrant, are the characterisations. On an almost pantomime level, good and evil are chiefly a matter of expression and dress. The Teutonic villains are so stylised in their evil they barely seem like part of the same species, which is very much the point. In their warrior regalia they seem less like an army of God, though they wrap themselves in religious paraphernalia and espouse Roman Catholicism as a totalitarian ideology, than stygian beasts: Ignat describes one as a witch after besting him. Even when they take off their helmets, they’re a mob of lean, grim, self-satisfied-looking bastards, the Grand Master (Vladimir Yershov) coldly declaring that anyone who resists them will be slaughtered, whilst handing out stolen principalities casually to his followers. The traitors who have delivered Pskov into their hands through connivance and rumour-mongering are shifty-eyed and dour, in contrast to the beaming, sunny Russians.

The contrast between Buslai and Olexich is one of two variations on the basic Russian character, made most amusingly clear when they court Olga: apple-cheeked, boisterous Buslai declares, “If you want a fun-loving man, marry me!” To which more somber Olexich retorts, “If want to be beaten with a birch stick every night, choose him indeed.” Olga and Vasilisa, too, form a diptych in thrilling at the great action unfolding before them, but each takes a different path: demure Olga makes her pledge to the two warriors, whilst Vasilisa dons a helmet and chain mail and go to war. It’s Vasilisa versus the Germans, and this time, it’s personal: her father, an elder of Pskov, has been executed before her eyes for denouncing the German invaders—hung from a belltower.

The sequence in Pskov, portraying the evil knights relishing having bound prisoners executed en masse with pikes and screaming children cast into bonfires with the blessing of pet churchmen, is extreme warning and spur to action (one of history’s saddest ironies is that Eisenstein’s apocalyptic manipulation here would soon come to appear too tame). And, of course, in movie language, we know these creeps are ripe to get their asses royally booted. After his advance guard is wiped up thanks to further treachery by the two traitors who are moving back and forth between the lines, Alexander, against the nervous objections of Buslai, decides to make his stand on Lake Chudskoye, on the boundary between Novgorod and Pskov. There’s actually a lot of historical confusion about just how big (and where) a battle took place on April 5, 1242, with probably far fewer warriors (some place the number at less than a thousand) taking part than is portrayed in the film, but of course, everyone wishes it happened the way this film tells it. The Battle of the Ice sees Eisenstein’s camera, as well as the heroes, let loose with symphonic ferocity, and it’s one of those few film sequences that can tear an almost physical reaction from me.

The vignettes of the battle are more memorable than most entire films: the early shots of the ranked Russians, Vasilisa and Ignat amongst them, waiting anxiously under stormy clouds on the great white nothing of the lake, peering into the distance as they try to make out the slowly emerging mass of German cavalry; Buslai and Olexich, after days of resenting each other, embracing before taking their posts; the Teutonic knights riding in with their encasing helmets looking like aliens, robots, steampunk tanks; Prokofiev’s music rising to its most menacing and tremendous swells, low chugging horns and high shrieking string, until the two armies crash into each other in whirls of steel and limbs; Olexich and Alexander’s charge to close the trap; Olexich hurling himself in front of Alexander to save his life and getting a chest full of spear points; the horrified expressions of the traitors in watching the knights lose; Vasilisa working up the courage to come out of her hiding place on a wagon, braver and braver in striking out at the Germans.

Particularly riveting is how Eisenstein switches from occasional long shots, in which the formations of the armies and tussling, fragmented gangs, form almost abstract patterns, to handheld shots within the melee, concussive in their immersive, you-are-there vigour. One moment, when Eisenstein cuts from Alexander’s victories over an opponent to the laughing faces of onlookers and the exultation of musicians cheering on the team, makes the battle reminiscent of a sports film. My favourite moment is when Buslai, losing his sword, is tossed a wooden spar by Vasilisa, with which he joyfully bashes in the stout helmets of the knights, releasing a whoop of exultation as he bounces the spar from hand to hand like a hot potato, high on his own conquering strength; later, when Buslai dresses in a fallen German’s uniform, he clobbers his way out from inside their ranks. Alexander’s final duel with the Grand Master sees him finally topple the villain before the Germans take flight and are swallowed in the Biblical moment when the lake’s ice gives way and plunges them into the frigid brine.

Fittingly, Eisenstein intended this sequence in part as a tribute to the other great progenitor of cinema language, D. W. Griffith—specifically, the ice-floe scenes in Way Down East (1920). Even greater than the battle, in a more subtle way, is the aftermath, the lake ice a charnel house of broken bodies, wounded and dying men calling for their loved ones, both Olexich and Buslai lying crippled as night falls. The women of Novgorod, including Olga, come out on the ice bearing torches to search for their loved ones, a female voice on the soundtrack voicing the sentiments of the scene in desolate fashion. Rarely has a film of this sort paid such attention to the cost of even heroic triumph. The final scene is, however, one of victory and resolution, as the traitors and captive Germans haul sled-loads of the wounded, and Buslai declares, in defiance of his mother, that neither he nor Olexich were as brave as Vasilisa, allowing Olexich and Olga to marry because he’s found his girl in Vasilisa, a delightfully neat clincher to the quandary. The result is one of those few films that makes the boundary between high art and blissful entertainment melt away. l

  • Sam Juliano spoke:
    24th/11/2010 to 1:35 pm

    “Sergei Prokofiev’s score, with its chorale commentaries on the action, entwines with recurring visual motifs that paint a picture of Rus in the mid 1200s—a land of bleaching bones after decades of massacres by the Mongols and stranded longboats redolent of the Viking founders of Vladimir and Novgorod—to paint a cultural context and a harmonious concept of the drama about to unfold as part of Russia past and present. Prokofiev’s work on the film was and is one of the signal collaborations between a great cinema artist and a highly regarded classical composer, and it’s still certainly one of the greatest film scores ever recorded, especially if sheer dramatic necessity is a yardstick—the score is so deeply woven into the film it wouldn’t exist in the same way without it, making Nevsky a true pan-cultural creation. ”

    Yes indeed Rod, and even within the pantheon of Prokofiev’s masterful classical output, it stands tall among his most notable achievements. As far as film scoring, it’s one of the three or four greatets scores ever written, ewithout any question.

    This is a towering masterwork of Russian cinema, and the sequence on the ice is one of the most celebrated sequences in all of film. You’ve again matched great writing with cogent observation, and you couldn’t have considered a better subject.

  • Vanwall spoke:
    24th/11/2010 to 1:59 pm

    Boy, nobody did spectacle like the CCCP – and Eisenstein was the man for the job. Right up to the end of Mosfilm and its ilk, there were eye-poppiing mass battle scenes; hell, mass anything scenes, and they’re indeed the children of Nevsky, Eisenstein having hit the bullseye right off. It really is a dreamy kind of film, not realistic in any serious manner, an influence of H’wood, I think – if you read the plot as as blockbuster, it’s certainly not out the Studio realm of thinking, but Eisenstein has his genius take on the whole idea that makes this one apart from the rest. Soviet films were generally terribly didactic for so long, but this is almost a bit subversive to me – the cult of personality is being prepared for the dark era to come, and the film is so hopeful in spite of that. Not that the rousing finish did any good, it only highlighted the enormous failures to come. I took it for an art film at first – it has that level of artistry. But then again, I think it also has elements of the silent “The Viking” to it.

  • Samuel Wilson spoke:
    24th/11/2010 to 6:01 pm

    Nevsky is one of my earliest “art film” memories. It was run frequently on the local PBS channel and used to turn up on cable (back in the ancient days of A&E in particular) a lot more often than it does now. As a kid I was spooked by the Teutonic Knights and mad-monk type characters and by Prokofiev’s more sinister anthems. Nevsky frightened me more than most horror films, but I admire it now as a rip-roaring adventure with a host of personable heroes. Its most obvious influence on another movie is on Ralph Bakshi’s WIZARDS; the director literally rotoscoped images from the Eisenstein film onto his frames. I suppose the snowmobile invasion of Russia staged by Ken Russell for BILLION DOLLAR BRAIN (albeit scored to Shostakovich rather than Prokofiev) also reflects Nevsky’s influence. More power to them all; Nevsky remains one of my all-time favorites.

  • Greg F spoke:
    24th/11/2010 to 6:59 pm

    Rod, you made me look up my nearly three year old write up of Tolkien, Eisenstein and the Battle on the Ice (sadly, I used a different commenting system back then and all discussions are lost to the ages).

    Reading your piece and re-reading my own made me remember how much this sequence left me thunderstruck upon first seeing it and has continued to do so ever since.

  • Rod spoke:
    24th/11/2010 to 9:29 pm

    Thanks guys for this proliferation of comment. This was a relaxing and engaging film to write up (three months ago when I actually wrote this) because I love it so much, although I do need to get a better copy. I recall the first version of it I saw had a rerecorded version of the score attached, which actually made it a better viewing experience, so purism falls second in this case.

    Sam J: I’ve got a copy of the suite Prokofiev made out of the score, recorded by Fritz Reiner and the Chicago Symphony Orchestra in 1959, which I love, although the translated lyrics and rearranging and cutting of the score from how it appears on screen do kind of suck.

    Vanwall: “Dreamy” is a good word for it. It’s good that you bring up the didacticism in so much Soviet filmmaking of the era, because there’s still elements of it in this, but mostly, creatively contoured to the drama – the arguments between the townsfolk and the merchants; the vicious anti-clericism expounded through the grotesque crusaders and their ministerial stooges; Alexander’s sagacious pronouncements. Eisenstein makes it work for him, to a certain extent, by absorbing it within his total stylization. Of course, Eisenstein would next make his darker take on the personality cult, Ivan The Terrible, and get himself in trouble yet again…Yes, Mosfilm productions were often so eye-popping, reaching a kind of apogee with Andrei Rublev. The advantage of having large numbers of very cheap extras…I also like your point about it feeling like it has a slightly subversive edge to it, and it does: the film’s outright humanism and portrait of leadership qualities is all very un-Stalinist as well as anti-Nazi, but it’s the kind of subversion it was impossible to get angry at, because it’s so, well, nice.

    Sam W: I know where you’re coming from, vis-a-vis the horror film edge the film has, which I can imagine being extremely creepy if caught at a certain age. I hear the influence of Prokofiev’s score in John Williams’ Jaws score – the chugging rhythm when the knights start their charge is exactly the same as the shark’s theme. Speaking of influences, it’s also amusing to check out the Conan The Barbarian DVD for that film’s original theatrical teaser trailer, which has the Prokofiev score on it.

    Greg: Thanks for linking that excellent piece. Something that’s interesting to me as a connoisseur of on-screen carnage is how endlessly interesting and gripping some battle scenes are, like the Battle on the Ice here, and how stultifyingly boring others can be, like the imitation battle at the end of King Arthur. The challenge in constructing an involving battle scene is definitely one of those that separates the pros from the amateurs in cinema.

  • Mark Crees spoke:
    3rd/12/2010 to 5:08 pm

    I have just seen Nevsky for the first time, having known and loved the score for donkey’s years. Prokofiev must have been gutted when he heard the sound quality after having composed one of the most memorable film scores ever. But it must have been equally gutting to have produced such a bright, moody score for such a grim film. There is no spiritual or human dimension to this film at all. It is, basically, a matter of hundreds of blokes hacking their way through a forest of soldiers, endlessly. The battle scene is an amazing piece of film, but, after a while, it becomes just a bit tiring watching a movie designed solely to encourage people to hurl themselves once again into the vast sacrificial pit of war. It is equally fascinating, however, watching a movie which is, in itself, a soviet artifact from the second world war. In this respect, watching Nevsky is like touching an old hand grenade in a war museam. Every inch of the script is didactic and designed to rivet the brain to Stalin’s ideals of patriotic self-sacrifice. Visually it was also like watching an early black and white version of Star Wars. I loved the way Eisenstein drops us into the battle at eye level, although I didn’t glimpse one speck of blood on those lovely clean white sheets the stormstroopers were wearing. Best performance? The evil emporer in the black cloak who plays the organ – surely one of the finest hooked-nosed grimaces ever to have graced the big screen. Best of all, though, Nevsky made me appreciate the subsequent, more gentle art of Tarkovky – and the primitive soviet aesthetic he was reacting to. Physically, Nevsky was an exhausting film to watch, all that axe wielding, sledge dragging and hacking away. It made me want to take a long lie down in a quiet field – like Tarkovsky’s Stalker. Tarkovky also put Eisenstein’s crowd control into excellent use in Andrei Rublev, a film which shows the epic process that went into making those very large church bells which are chimed throughout Nevsky. I wonder if the bell making sequence in Rublev was, in part. Tarkovsky take on Eisenstein. Who knows.

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