Shevaun Mizrahi’s Distant Constellation follows the slow pace of a retirement home and teaches us something about what ageing means.
USA, Turkey, Netherlands, 2017
What actually happens to us when we end up living in a retirement home? It may seem like a strange question, the answer being obvious – we’re there because we’re old and can no longer take care of ourselves – but is that really a satisfactory response? Couldn’t we rather argue that it’s the place where old people are brought when society no longer wants to see them?
«The film quite simply takes the time to see these people – something very few in society normally do.»
Distant Constellation, which introduces us to a group of elderly people at a retirement home in Istanbul, provides us with a chance to ponder these questions.
For my part, a retirement home is among the dreariest places I can imagine ending up in, a kind of gathering space for death. I’ve visited enough of them in this country to know that they’re nothing to look forward to. I wish I could say otherwise, but there’s something inherently sad about these places; I’ve always thought so, not least because they revolve around organizing the communal eating of cakes and watching TV. I admire people who work there and who take over the family’s responsibilities, but retirement homes have few redeeming features. To me, it would be a nightmare to end up in such a place.
The guys we get to know in Distant Constellations, however, don’t seem to be suffering unduly. They live out the remains of their lives through memories and memorabilia that let them relive lost moments over again.
One of the men we get to know has a long career as a photographer behind him, and one of his favourite activities is to take out his old camera and study the assorted lenses and equipment. He tells the director – he tells us – about the many beautiful photos he’s taken. By a cruel irony, however, of all his senses his eyesight has failed him. Another man sits in front of the TV and watches old footage of himself from his heyday as a singer on the stage, singing along as he does so. A third gentleman is still caught up in sexual fantasies of the past.
They’ve been stowed away, they’re no longer participating, they live more in the past than in the present.