China
95 minutes
4.5 stars out of 5
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Behemoth is an artsy documentary on coal-mining operations in inner Mongolia that takes a look at the tangible effects of pollution as well as bringing a slightly more intangible perspective, with a narration that centers on the horrors of mining as a kind of dream, just one big horrific hallucination that guides its viewers into destruction like Virgil guiding Dante in Hell.
Getting down to the business of what the title is referring to, it would seem obvious that the Behemoth in question is humanity, but the narration mentions that we are both Behemoth and Behemoth's minions- insinuating that the true Behemoth is on the less tangible side of things, borne into the world as the idea of a society that needs endless amounts of energy. The Behemoth in question is a concept, a way of life set in place when modern transport was first invented, the never-ending desire for more and more fuel is the master that commands us and works its minions to the bone and, more often than not, to death.
Most documentaries on the environment that I'm used to seeing have this sardonic, holier-than-thou tone in which they expose the people in charge of foolishness like climate change denial and the constant pushing forward of laws that are harmful to the planet. Behemoth challenges most of that. It forgoes interviews with the workers for a sparse narration and startling imagery, and the point of view, instead of coming from a position of superiority, is despondent. It doesn't ask you to hate, it doesn't invite you to create prejudices and cast blame. It just asks you to grieve. We're all complacent in this in some way or another- there's not going to be a massive shutdown and overhaul of modern transportation tomorrow; this kind of destruction didn't happen overnight and it won't be fixed overnight either. All minions of the Behemoth of capitalism and the supply-and-demand chain.
It's refreshing to see something so focused on the sorry state of the coal industry and the people being worked to death by it that isn't exploitative, doesn't take the power away from the "little person", just tells their story. Tear-jerking interviews are not needed to impart a sense of urgency. All that's needed is the sound of labored breathing and a man carrying a mirror to reflect the devastation around him. There are shots of untouched beauty alongside the man-made grit and grime, but these shots aren't inserted deliberately to provide contrast- they genuinely exist right alongside the mines. Sheep run down a hillside that, a short amount of time later, has tons of dirt and debris dumped onto it by trucks.
Whether intentionally or not- and I get the feeling that it may have been intentional- Behemoth is reminiscent of 2012's breakout documentary Leviathan, but much bleaker. Unless the average viewer is an expert on the ins and outs of coal mining, as it was with Leviathan and commercial fishing, the movie will come off sort of surreal- you constantly wonder what makes that noise, or what that piece of machinery is doing. A large point in Behemoth is that the end product of these mines goes so far from where it originated that nobody who mined it actually has access to it, and it makes the class divide stand out in absurd relief: What's the purpose of these immense, immaculate, uninhabited cities if the people who gave their lives for the raw materials never get to see them?