My Name Is Salt

Farida Pacha

INDIA , 2013.

my-name-is-salt-1A young woman holds on to a religious, multi-coloured icon painting whilst seated atop an overloaded and rickety tractor trailer on its way into an arid desert landscape. The tractor is carrying a whole family en route to start their annual work in the Indian wilderness of the Gujarat state. Over the space of eight months, they will cultivate salt which they will then sell cheaply. Thereafter, they must bury their tools and return to their own village. The desert will for a while be replaced by the sea, they will then revisit, dig up their tools and resume their work.

The picture Indian film maker Farida Pacha paints of the family in her observational documentary My Name is Salt is far from religious. We follow them from arrival to departure in a detailed depiction which emphasises the fastidious, heavy and ritual nature of their physical labour. The clay clinging in heavy layers to slender human ankles; wasted drops of water; the liability of a broken down machine; a woman dancing her way out of repetition – all is allocated equal measures in cinematographer Lutz Konermann’s metered, composed, monolithic images. Patiently calm, the film observes the slow, almost invisible work movements. No explanatory information is offered until the very end, so the audience is left wondering what the various actions are in aid of. It is easy to fall into the repetitiveness of the motions, and to consider the tasks of the job as tiny, almost insignificant tugs in a never-ending process.

my-name-is-salt-2Existential approach. In a Director’s note on the films website, Farida Pacha explains: «This is not a social issue film, even though the story of the salt people and their exploitation is a shocking one. What attracts me is the more fundamentally tragic question at the heart of their existence: What compels them to return to the desert to labour tediously year after year, generation after generation? What meaning do they find in this existence? » This mindset is clearly visible in the opening of the film. Following some images of abandoned boats in the hot and dry coastal desert, we are supplied a quote from Albert Camus’ The Myth of Sisyphus set against a pitch black backdrop: «The struggle towards the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. » There are no other textual placards in the film, and no narrator – the images and sounds show us the struggle in a methodical and respectful manner. This angle could obviously be criticised for romanticising, universalising or conceptualising this Indian family’s real situation and life. There is something clinical, untouched, and a little too pure about the images. The camera is like an innocent witness considering the work to be dignified whilst keeping itself well out of the way. Simultaneously, the existentialist and almost mythological (in modern terms) approach that Pacha opts for, could deliver a documentary portrait in which people are prescribed unbridled dignity, a moral sovereignty which definitely does not reduce their lives to the social environment and physical work which exemplify their every day.

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