DOX met him in Thessaloniki to talk about his approach to making “The Swenkas”.
I once heard a Japanese kabuki master say that when you act, you should have eyes all over your body: eyes open to everything. Jeppe Rønde’s filmmaking reminds me of this. He inhabits the worlds in which he moves in a very complete, full-bodied way. He is an instinctive filmmaker whose every muscle is attuned to the moment: the revelations, the gestures, the unexpected opening of the heart. “The Swenkas”, the second film of his trilogy based on Faith, Hope and Charity, continues the subject of the lost father explored in “Jerusalem My Love”. It follows the young Zulu Sabelo as he comes to terms with his father’s death and decides whether to continue the ritualized posing or “swanking” done every Saturday night in Johannesburg where he and his friends are migrant workers.
The form embraces African storytelling techniques with a fictional narrator, but it also mirrors the fictions the Swenkas themselves conjure up in their weekly rituals of donning beautiful suits and posing for competitions – pausing to show gleaming cufflinks, beautiful socks, swanky wrist watches.
Jeppe’s approach hovers between the control of a director who wants to shape material into a well-crafted tale and that of the documentary maker who has to relinquish control completely and retain an openness to the unexpected.
“I always have an idea from the outset of writing a script, but at some point something happens and reality just turns 180 degrees and I just have to cling onto that. At the beginning I thought it was a father-and-son story where I could follow the old master Swenka and his son, Sabelo, their relationship and the passing on of knowledge. Sabelo’s father was alive when I started, but then he died and of course that became my story – the loss of a father. Then I felt this doubt from Sabelo that he didn’t know if he wanted to continue Swanking and that’s a good story because every one can relate to losing someone and then feeling doubt: chaos is there- personal chaos, and that chaos opens doors to interesting rooms that have no racial colour or gender. And I’m there with Sabelo and ultimately with the audience.”
Jeppe’s films blur any edges between fiction and documentary. They draw us in like epic stories-but retain an intimacy, an informality that may derive from a refreshingly straightforward urge to ask big and not so simple questions about love, faith, hope. One senses that his filmmaking comes from a genuine need to find reconciliation. There is a redemptive quality in both “Jerusalem My Love” and “The Swenkas” which suggests a belief in the transformative power of beauty.