By Gabe Toro | The Playlist July 31, 2014 at 5:39PM
This is a rerun of our review from the 2013 Fantasia Film Festival. "Go Down Death" is available this week on various VOD platforms, including iTunes and Amazon.
Jonathan Mallory Sinus is credited as the “folklorist” responsible for the vignettes that follow at the beginning of “Go Down Death,” the closing film at the Fantasia Film Festival. What follows is a beautiful woman applying makeup and a man on guitar. Some of the world’s greatest filmmakers would argue that these are the only elements one needs to make a great film. The picture continues through its opening credits, introducing us to a doctor that overshares to a kind-eyed boy, and a double-amputee emphasizing liberation from his own legs as if his body were originally a vessel for a lie. Director Aaron Schimberg’s credit appears over the screams of a woman trapped inside a car, fighting for her life. This is a filmmaker with a very specific sensibility in regards to mortality.
The picture slowly reveals itself as existing in a limbo between life or death, with a cast of characters waiting out what feels like a temporary state of mind. Some bicker at a table while playing cards. Two soldiers stalk the woods while fighting an unseen war. A woman sings about being “too young to die,” a song that consists of only those lyrics as if heard in a dream. Most speak in dialogue that sounds like detached song lyrics. “Go Down Death” isn’t necessarily about speakers, but about listeners: Schimberg’s camera enjoys capturing the furrowing of a brow, the quiet serenity of the thinking mind.
A shapely prostitute recoils nude after intercourse, sharing company with a comfortably naked older man, who has a greater interest in smoking while discussing long-forgotten memories than comforting her. His nudity seems indicative of the vulnerability of his age; she, younger, covers up in the fetal position, not interested in exploring a past, one that involves a dead twin sister. She is beautiful, wounded when we meet her. His shaggy hair and comfort within his skin suggests he’s shed the world beyond him. A classroom of children illustrates the same; kids who casually mention two of their group have passed on, before they trade passages of poetry concerned with death.
The characters speak of haunting frequently. One describes himself as being mistaken for a demon, one who recurs in dreams. Later, two characters utter the same line about being haunted, but never being allowed to haunt another. Most seem to just be passing through: they act as if they have fully-established relationships with each other, when it seems clear they are merely grafting past unions onto partial or complete strangers. One character speaks of Sinus as if he were a fellow soldier, returned as a ghost; he says it’s a “story.” It leads to a breakdown in communication, suggesting the artist is aware of his own shortcomings from within the text.
About fifty-something minutes into “Go Down Death,” which is largely plotless, the film begins to jump in shorter, darker bursts. The camaraderie between each character slides away, replaced by an adversarial mistrust, until the story is accompanied by the flickering of a film, projected onto the side of a barn for children. “Go Down Death” closes with a bewildering fifteen or so minutes that may or may not be related to the previous seventy, a passage of film of which I am eager to hear multiple interpretations from a variety of voices.
Sinus, of course, is not a real person, and there is no evidence of his “writings” in the real world. And yet “Go Down Death” seems like a tribute to a false creator, teaming all of his creations in a purgatory where their stories, already ended, are permitted to go on. When one character loses her senses before sex, another remarks that it has happened to him before. It’s the tapestry of death, one where our creations mingle in the mind long after our passing, the idea of artistic permanence in the afterlife. This is a unique, strange, unforgettable film, a half-remembered dream that will trouble and beguile the subconscious long after you’ve moved on. Fans of “Eraserhead,” or the avant-guard eccentricities of Crispin Glover’s infamous traveling art projects, will have found a kindred spirit in director Aaron Schimberg. [A-]