The Netherlands, 2008, 93 min.
Peruvian-born filmmaker Heddy Honigmann’s long and accomplished career is filled with works which reference human memory and the ways in which our layered remembrances affect the way we tell stories. Four years ago, I was lucky enough to grab some time with Honigmann one rainy evening in Thessaloniki, Greece, where her ninth feature-length nonfiction film, El Olvido (Oblivion), was playing in competition at the international documentary festival.
El Olvido, filmed in the city of her birth, Lima, Peru, is the second film she’s done there. She left Peru after university to study filmmaking in Rome at the Centro Sperimentale di Cinematografia, and started making documentaries in 1979.
El Olivdo explores the brutal financial and psychic toll on the Peruvians over the centuries, its populace persistently cheated, swindled and neglected by its rulers and overseers. In order for this to have been possible, of course, the rest of the world had to ignore what was going on in Peru. Memory and the retelling of personal histories are the only things that keep this forgotten city and its people alive. “Oblivion doesn’t scream, it whispers. Oblivion doesn’t sob; it just cries.”
As Honigmann takes us on a journey through Lima, acting as our visual and aural guide to its deepest, most hidden corners and voices, a bartender called Mr Kanashiro plays guide to the imagination of Honigmann and her quest to uncover, discover and reveal the city’s secrets and its treacherous history. He is a man who has become a fixture, a trusted listener and confidant, industriously schooling us in the ways of the Pisco Sour, Peru’s official drink, while he hones in on the subtle ways in which each one of us is a witness to history, illustrating how it is up to each of us what we do with that knowledge.