Dawson City: Frozen Time

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).

Dawson City, British Columbia is a place where dreams began and dreams ended. Located about 350 miles south of the Arctic Circle, Dawson City was established in 1896 with 3,500 residents and was home to the native Hän speaking people who lived along the Yukon River, harvesting salmon and hunting caribou. As boatloads of gold prospectors arrived from San Francisco and Seattle in 1897, the Native Americans were forced off their land and "relocated" to Klondike City. What happened in between the city's heady gold rush days and its demise has been documented by Bill Morrison ("The Great Flood") in his fascinating film Dawson City: Frozen Time.

Rescued from 533 nitrate reels of film buried for decades beneath an ice rink in Dawson City, Morrison put together a treasure trove of silent films, newsreels, travelogues, and sports footage spanning from 1897 until the 1970s, films once thought lost forever. There is no narration in the film, only subtitles flashed on the screen as unobtrusively as possible along with an insistent score by Alex Somers ("Captain Fantastic"), but it is the images that tell an American story of the connection between money, politics, and entertainment, a connection that brought fame and wealth to some and obscurity to others.

Among the names we recognize who stayed at one time or another in Dawson City were Hän Chief Isaac, Jack London, Fred Trump (Donald's grandfather), Eric Hegg as well as Sid Grauman, Tex Rickard, Klondike Kate, Alexander Pantages, Philadelphia Jack O'Brien, Fatty Arbuckle, Daniel and Solomon Guggenheim, Robert Service, and William Desmond Taylor, names that later became famous in Hollywood. Though the discovery and restoration of the buried reels by Yukon historians Michael Gates and Kathy Jones-Gates took place in 1978, it was not until 2013 that Morrison met with Paul Gordon, film conservator for Library and Archives Canada who agreed to share the collection with a wider audience.

Through the magic of the silent films, we see images of the city turned into a haven for adventurers seeking gold and entertainments in brothels, gambling halls, and theaters. Among the titles bearing witness were "The Frog," "The Birth of a Flower," "A Trip Through Palestine," "The Recoil," and "Polly of the Circus." Even more revealing of the old mindset are such titles as "The Half Breed," "The Female of the Species," "The Hidden Scar," and "The Unpardonable Sin." We see the discovery of gold in Nome, Alaska in 1899 which siphoned off a chunk of Dawson City's population, the end of gambling and prostitution in 1901, and the building of the DAAA, the Dawson Amateur Athletic Association in 1902.

The DAAA was an entertainment center that included a swimming pool, a hockey rink, billiards, boxing and handball and which began showing films that had been brought to Dawson City after having been in circulation for several years. For the reels of film, this was the end of the line. Too dangerous and expensive to return, seventy five percent of the films were lost in fires, purposely burned, or thrown in the Yukon River. The remainder was dumped in the DAAA pool by an employee of the Canadian Bank of Commerce which managed the films.

The burial was made in order to smooth out the ice rink and the reels remained packed in permafrost for fifty years. It was these that were found in 1978, many of them well preserved under the ice, others in various states of decay. In the clips, some that only last a few seconds, Morrison demonstrates through visual poetry how the patterns of deterioration can add themselves to the beauty of the experience.

Among the discoveries was footage of the rigged 1919 World Series, the series commonly known for the infamous Black Sox scandal which Morrison unfortunately seems to justify by pointing out that the players were bound to one team (Reserve Clause) and could not use their performance on the diamond to increase their earnings.

Dawson City: Frozen Time is also not without politically relevant material. Newsreel footage is shown of the 1914 Ludlow Massacre in Colorado where 24 of the 1200 miners on strike against the Colorado Fuel and Iron Company owned by John D. Rockefeller were gunned down by the Colorado National Guard. Judge Kenesaw Mountain Landis, the first baseball commissioner hired to prevent any more Black Sox scandals, used his power to deport socialists who protested World War I and the murder of the miners in Colorado. There is also footage of a black protest parade, and some few words of choice from the corrupt Mayor of New York, Jimmy Walker.

Dawson City: Frozen Time is a snapshot in time of a people thinking big and taking risks, some sadly at the expense of those who had lived there for thousands of years. It is a reminder of an age that has passed, but one whose ramifications have not.

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.

This is a must see documentary. It is a fascinating story of both the gold rush and the silent film era. As a film buff I was impressed by the story telling that included photos, film footage of that era and the film that was recovered in Dawson City. The music score blended perfectly with the story telling. This film has "Best Documentary" Oscar written all over it.

...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.