Russian Ark certainly has enough to count here as a fantasy film. It has a fantasy premise a dream-like walk through a palace that opens up into various periods of Russian history. We see various historical personages Peter the Great, Catherine the Great, Nicholas II and Tsarina Alexandra, Alexander Pushkin engaged in mundane activities. (Although who the figures in some of the vignettes are is not always entirely clear I was unsure what was going on during the scenes where we stumble into a room and hear what appear to be Communist Politburo men discussing the palaces cats, for instance). Throughout we are placed in the position of spectators being guided past the various works of art and historical re-enactments the whispered voice of a never-seen narrator comes from behind the camera. The voice is director Alexander Sokurovs own, thus we are literally seeing out through his eyes as the camera stands in for his point-of-view.
However, the premise feels like an idea that has been contrived as a hook to hang the rest of the film on. There is no real story or even resolution to the film. Instead, all that the film is is a series of vignettes drifting through the museum with the mocking figure of Sergei Dreidens 18th Century marquis offering snide critique and analysis of the various artworks and eras of history. The focus is on the works of art and the eras of history rather than the temporal disjunctions there are a few occasions with the marquis puzzling over some of the recent 20th Century developments but mostly the film uses him as a guide, stopping to analyze the symbolism and artistry of the works of art, even at one point to drink in an appreciation of the fine china being set up for a state banquet. Indeed, what we are participating in seems less a fully-fledged dramatic film than it does a dramatized arts programme. The effect is akin to a combination of Last Year in Marienbad (1961) and say one of the Sister Wendy BBC arts programmes. (There is also some similarity to Pat ONeills art film The Decay of Fiction (2002), which came out the same year, a feature-length film that wandered through the hallways and rooms of a disused L.A. hotel where the ghosts of characters conducting re-enactments out of 1940s films wandered in half-glimpsed vignettes). It feels like a film whose fantasy format has been dictated by the method its creators have chosen to make the film, rather than any desire to tell a unique story.
That said, Russian Ark is an exquisitely beautiful film, if one that may not be of interest to the casual genre sampler. Whether or not it is is largely dependent on having an interest in or familiarity with Russian history and/or classical art. (Indeed, one suspects that without the unique novelty of the way in which it was made, Russian Ark would have received considerably less attention than it did it would be rather more difficult, for instance, to sell a film that advertises itself as a visual tour of a Russian museum with historical re-enactments). The lavishness and dressings of the palace the amazing ballrooms, anterooms, hallways and so on are stunning to behold. Seeing works of Rembrandt, Rubens and Van Dyck framed in full screen glory, with the camera pausing to drink in their detail, or to pan around statues by El Greco, is something that cannot help but move one. Most of all there is the parade of full 18th and 19th Century formal costumery.
This is also a film that takes pride in the detail and formality of its Russian heritage of the weight and glory of its arts and culture and imperial past (even if most of the artworks shown are not actually by Russian artists). As a film it seems to vaunt all the things that one finds an aversion to in classical Russian culture an almost sacred love of the mother country, reverence of the Tsarist regime, a veneration of military pageantry and belief in a form of ecstatic religious suffering. While one may have a few quibbles about the admiration of such and some of figures being so vaunted the near inept Nicholas II, for example you cannot argue with the extraordinary beauty of the cultural heritage on display. The very last movement of the film where the camera joins in the sweep around the Tsars ball as attendees dance the mazurka and then follows the costumed figures in the hundreds as they make an orderly exit down a set of stairs has a splendour that is one of the most moving parts of the whole film.
Alexander Sokurov is a Russian director who has been making films, initially documentaries, since the days of the Soviet Union. During this period, he made Days of Eclipse (1988), which has sometimes been interpreted as a science-fiction film (although not by this authors definitions). Sokurov gained critical acclaim with Mother and Son (1997) and then embarked on a trilogy of films about the lives of the great dictators with Moloch (1999), Taurus (2001) and The Sun (2004) concerning respectively Adolf Hitler, Josef Lenin and Emperor Hirohito. He subsequently returned to fantastical material with his version of the classic legend about a man who makes a pact with The Devil in Faust (2011). Sokurov also made Francofonia (2015), which similarly wandered through The Livrre, meditating on art and culture.