Le ciel et la boue

You have to commend the crew and the tribal people. Hard as nails. I don't really have much to say, that has not already been said in the other reviews, but I felt like I had to leave a review to show my support.

I am a fan of much lesser films in the mondo cinema genre. It is hard to define this film as mondo, as it is not really exploitational. It is just the terrain and the cultures shown in the movie are so primal and harsh. You are spared the really violent parts, which other movies in said genre tend to glorify. This however doesn't seem forced, like modern cinema is toned down, and benefits the movie as they strike the right balance.

Anyone who can cut down a tree with a stone tool must be hard as nails anyway. You wouldn't want to mess with those blokes, even if they're 5ft high max. A miracle all the crew came back with their heads still attached to their bodies by the sounds of things. Don't worry, only a few skulls on display, no severed heads. A true story of perseverance.

Will inspire the explorer in anyone who has the inclination.

Watching "Le ciel et la boue" (called "The Sky Above, The Mud Below" in English), I got the feeling that it may have been one of the last chances that the documentary makers had to do this; after all, how many indigenous cultures still live their traditional ways? At times, the filmmakers use some pre-conscious terms such as "savage" and "civilization", but we understand that they aren't actually trying to attack the people on whom they're focusing.

I will say that the parts about airplanes flying supplies in gave me the impression that the filmmakers wimped out sometimes. But overall, the documentary is a fascinating look at cultures which may not have survived much longer. I recommend it.

The Sky Above The Mud Below is an absolutely stunning film. This was made about 1960. It is basically one of the last journeys of its kind: A trek into unexplored territory meeting uncontacted tribes in New Guinea. Where can you go today this remote? As our world grows closer and closer in its current media saturated configuration the possibility of real geographic and ethnographic discovery by anyone is becoming more and more remote. The tribes are all accounted for. This film is the only real glimpse we can get of what it was like for explorers of the past to encounter the UNKNOWN. Yes as it is modern times they do have a radio. But no plane can land anywhere to find them. As their rickety little boat motors up river suddenly the voyagers come up a huge band of cannibal headhunters chanting intensely in canoes downstream straight towards them, hundreds and hundreds. It is compelling and eerie, Truly Other. One of the blessings of this film is that it is NOT made by anthropologists or any of the politically correct interpreters of the present, the kind of people who say "Well everyone has their own culture you know." Thus the tribal natives appear truly other in a way that preserves their mystery and uniqueness. The explorers may not understand what they are seeing but then again neither do we. The rites are truly hard to enter from the outside. Men sleep on skulls. Human skin is cut to seal a lizard skin drum. Young boys are readied to spend a night alone with a freshly cut head. Tribal warfare lurks everywhere. Malarial jungles invade the explorers' minds with frightening efficiency. Ghosts and spirits haunt everything. This film captures the dream of the exotic, the fear of the jungle as a central archetype better than any film I can think of. This is a glimpse of the true heart of darkness. This is a chance to look into a cannibal's face and to see both the humanity and that which lurks within us all. As we move towards our own neo-pagan dreams of burning men in the Nevada desert and frat house orgies captured for the Internet. New Guinea whispers to us. Paganism isn't just a few incantations of cosmic energy. There is always the blood. It must return if we move that way. Our postmodern cargo cults need to look to this part of the world to understand many things. Otherwise our rituals will bring fear lest we perform them the wrong way. I am so glad this film exists to leave a cracked door open on a world that has nearly completely vanished. They do listen to rap music now in New Guinea. You can take a tour. But New Guinea requires deep thought.

(By the way it is available on DVD now. It was made to be watched in French with English subtitles. It is on the same DVD as Black and White in Color. I wish it had a DVD of its own. A triple bill of The Sky Above The Mud Below with Dead Birds and Cannibal Tours would be outstanding.)

'Sky Above, Mud Below' by today's standards would not qualify as a documentary despite its Academy Award for best documentary feature in 1961. The film is painfully patronizing, while simultaneously insulting and embarrassing. The narration is a constant irritant in both it's tone and content. At one point the narrator even whispers as if standing just out of sight of the camera with a microphone in hand, ala Howard Cosell. Much of the film is quite obviously staged and many things are mentioned to be going on while never shown. The only use for this documentary now after nearly 40 years is to be the next victim of Mystery Science Theater 3000.

When I was growing up I imagined adventurers to be fearless daredevils who travelled into unknown lands by themselves. Boy was I wrong. Apparently the only people who could afford to travel in the older days were rich society men who you can bet would never carry anything by themselves. This documentary was the academy award in 1960, but when viewed by today's standards looks like it is full of a bunch of whimps. The "adventurers" never lift a finger themselves and when any sort of danger arrives they radio for help. Having supplies airlifted to you at the drop of a dime isn't very impressive if you ask me.