Le ciel et la boue

There is a scene towards the end of this documentary that shows a woman with a baby suckling on one breast and a piglet on the other. That is just one of the many bizarre images that this really quite fascinating film delivers as it follows a team trying to cross the narrowest part of Dutch New Guinea. Assembling a small team, some bearers and half a dozen soldiers, three intrepid Europeans start off to cross four hundred-odd miles of dense, seemingly impenetrable, jungle where the white man has never been before. Initially using the navigable rivers, they meet villagers who are friendly enough to their visitors and who show them many of their festivals, religious and fertility ceremonies adorned with shrunken heads, human bones, tattoos and ancient mysticism. As the column moves inland, their progress becomes laboriously slow but there is still no shortage of tribesmen but many are often less friendly. They never appear threatening, more exuding a “please leave us alone” type of reaction. What does seem a little curious amidst all this wilderness, is that they run out of food! Luckily, they are in radio contact with their base and so can call in for resupplies of food and medicine. Perfectly willing to share the latter with the people they meet, they do appear to have a far more trouble-free journey than you might have expected amongst peoples who were as unfamiliar with them as with their technology, their cameras, guns and radio. Nature, on the other hand, was not always so benign and as they struggles across peaks over ten thousand feet high, their team shrinks, but they are determined to make it to the safety of the northern coast and for many, their first ever sight of the ocean. The photography is really quite astonishing, not least because it’s sterling quality and it conveys so much of these people’s behaviour in what looks like an entirely natural fashion. From large scale community activities to far more intimate childbirth rites; bodies covered in birthmarks and scars; villages beside rivers that survived as they had for generations, we seem to inconvenience them all as minimally as possible. This is one of those films that really emphasises man’s mortality. Without their equipment, and the kindly and curious intervention of their various hosts, these travellers would almost certainly have perished at the hands of a vibrant, colourful and perilous environment that could quite literally have swallowed them all up. It’s the kind of place that I hope we never revisit, and that these traditions are left to continue for many years to come - undisturbed by modern society.