Of Horses and Men

The Icelandic film Of Horses and Men should properly be called Stories of Horses and People, director Benedikt Erlingsson told the Palm Springs Film Festival audience. The film is structured like an episodic Icelandic saga.

In the last shot a wide expanse of life radiates out of the central hub, a pen of newly rounded up mustangs. That’s a coda to the stories that relate human to equine life. Indeed each episode begins with an image of a human or his work reflected in a horse’s eye. The opening titles use a white horse’s close-up hide as the backdrop. An ear perks to the music. Later the music will fade in and out of the hoof beats.

In the first episode a man is humiliated when the snappy white mare he is riding is mounted by a black stallion — the man still aboard. Feeling emasculated, the man shoots his mare and lovingly buries her. Because the stallion’s owner desires that man she castrates the stallion. In the last episode she will finally get her stud, even if she has to warn him to hold on to his horses. In fact, to her brown mare who’s jumpy. After the roundup the man finds another white mare, so his romantic adventure shows only gain.

In some episodes the horses are clearly smarter than the men. One man rides a horse into the sea to buy vodka from a Russian boat — then drinks himself to death on the pure alcohol he was given. In a spat over a fence one man is killed and another loses an eye.

On the other hand, a Swedish girl proves her mettle by single-handedly rounding up six runaways and the blind drunk. The young Mexican who admires her joins a riding troop and survives a blizzard by killing and gutting his horse, then burrowing into its carcass. In these stories the human and the horse are in harmony.

This is a stunning film, with high drama, folk sense and humour, and images I have never seen before. That is rare.