Dawson City: Frozen Time

...One thing really really went on my nerves : the subtitles. They are way too small, it's a real pain to read, especially when english isn't your primary language. Plus the excerpts are too short, sometimes like one second, then one second of another and another and another etc. You don't even have the time to understand what you are seeing and read the stupid tiny subtitles that you are flooded with tons of others 1 second excepts... So I would say to the artistic director of this movie : please find another job and don't ever work on another documentary again.

This is a fascinating documentary that weaves together the story of the Klondike gold rush, the early history of silent cinema, the flammability of early celluloid film spools, and the mystery of the excavation of old reels in the site of a buried former swimming pool in Dawson City, Yukon Territory. Dawson was the end of the line for hundreds of silent films that crossed North America. Once they were shown in the local theater, they just piled up in warehouses in Dawson. Most canisters were thrown in the river or burned in fires, but some got buried and miraculously preserved in an oxygen-free environment and were able to restored. Bill Morrison, who spent years painstakingly putting this film together made some key choices: he showed pieces of over 100 long-lost films, mostly without narration but with captions identifying each film and its year, along with a haunting soundtrack by musicians from the Icelandic band, Sigur Rós. The clips from the 1919 "Black Sox" World Series were especially interesting to me.

I had the opportunity to see the film at the National Gallery of Art, and Mr. Morrison was there to answer questions. He mentioned that in the cache that was unearthed there were pieces of over 500 films, although no full-length feature films. (Who knew there were that many silent films in circulation?) He said he chose to eschew narration, because, after all, these were silent films. Someone in the audience asked him if he had heard of a similar cache more recently found in New Zealand. He said he had, and explained that New Zealand was similar in that it was a terminus point in the globe for such movies as well. Thanks to Mr Morrison, and a little luck, this history has not been lost forever.

At first, I thought this was an okay film.10 minutes later I thought it was very good. 10 minutes after that, I realized it was excellent. The pace is slow, deliberate, and has more than its share of "Holy cow!" moments. Be patient as there's a huge story that needs to be told and it has a cast of thousands. Using old movie footage (from films both preserved in Hollywood and "found" in Dawson City) and interviews with some of the people "who were there", Bill Morrison has crafted a big story of a small town in a very big world with history playing out all around it.

An extraordinary piece of documentary film-making. Bravo!

Frozen Time is a sophisticated documentary and an astonishing feat of film editing that combines still images and previously lost footage from the silent film era that was literally unearthed by archaeologists in Dawson City in 1978. Used as back-fill and buried for fifty years, over 500 reels of highly combustible nitrate film lay forgotten in an abandoned swimming pool, over which a hockey rink was constructed. Using clips from these restored films and newsreels, as well as early still images, Morrison retells the story of the 1890s Gold Rush and the history of Dawson City and its people within the context of world events (Klaus Ming December 2017).

Fascinating story. Superb visuals. Poor, bordering on amateurish, editing. Mind numbingly, gut wrenchingly, awful soundtrack.

This could, and should, have been so much better. It's worth watching for the historical content, but you wouldn't ever want to sit through it again.