The Nyon international documentary festival, founded by Moritz de Hadeln in 1969 and run by de Hadeln and his wife Erika for a quarter of a century, took place this year on the shores of Lake Geneva for the 30th time. It has been 5 years since Geneva journalist Jean Perret took over the well-reputed festival and gave it an ambitious new outlook and a new name. At the same time, French-Swiss TV’s “Temps présent” strand was also celebrating its 30th year. All three anniversaries were celebrated with Calvinist sobriety, which had a soothing effect at a time in which the symbolic meaning of dates seems to have reached highly superstitious proportions.
Nyon did not lack for imposing display in other ways, however: an impressive number of films could be discovered in the competition and sidebar programmes, and the special events featuring Lisl Ponger, Robert Frank and Jennifer Fox also contributed to the wide-ranging selection. At times one had the feeling it was almost a little too much. It was difficult for individual gems to shine among the multitude, and the exponential increase of the crowd on the weekend also stretched the limits of the festival’s infrastructure, staff and financial capacities. Nyon’s aim this year was shine a spotlight on the documentary genre from its poetic, experimental and ‘quiet’ margins. Among the films seen were the newest works by Volker Koepp (“Herr Zwilling and Frau Zuckerman”Victor Kossakovsky (“Pavel and Lyalya”), Sergei Dvortsevoy (“Highway”), Nikolaus Geyrhalter (“Pripyat”) and the team of Yervant Gianikian and Angela Ricci Lucchi (“Su tutte le vette e pace – “all quiet on the peaks”). Each of these films was dominated by patience, humanity and a poetic vision; all were – more or less – lyrical in their rhetoric and their style. Many of the films in this year’s programme, including the ones mentioned above, dealt with the themes of death and love, aging and decline, and even brutal extermination and destruction.
One good example is “Su tutte le vette e pace”, a 70-minute archaeology of film images from the First World War, composed of nitrate material from Austrian and Italian archives which was processed, rearranged, and linked with a musical soundtrack. The horror of war is evoked in indirect images, in the small gestures of deadly strain and exhaustion. Seeming at times like science fiction from a distance galaxy, what emerges is the ghost of a war whose shadow still stretches over us today.