Alaska was key territory for British Petroleum. It commissioned this film
from regular supplier Greenpark Productions and mainstay director Derek
Williams, who eight years earlier had made the cinema-released North Slope
Alaska, a moodily admiring evocation of the oilman's life that would already
have become a little politically-incorrect by 1972.
Alaska - The Great Land belongs to a different branch of oil company
screencraft, to which Williams was well suited. His first film had been the
amateur production Hadrian's Wall (1951), in which lovingly photographed landscapes blended with tersely elegiac
commentary drawing on sound historical research. Williams' three BP travelogues
(the others were Turkey - The Bridge, 1966 and Scotland, 1973) quite closely
follow that template. True, the film briefly refers to the North Slope,
expressing hopes that oil will "bring permanence to a transient land" and,
characteristically, that development and conservation can be reconciled.
Otherwise, this is an unusually strong travel film, in which the director's
feeling for history, ethnology and geography is comfortable being expressed
through travelogue conventions.
Willams' writing thus alternates historical details with bold phrases. Alaska
is "a lonely land of daunting distances and haunting beauty", once a "frail
foothold on a cruel coast", now "part boom and bustle and part wrapped in the
dream of the past". One common visual device is the still, telling composition
(a broken wheel on Nome beach, a pioneer's gravestone, the US flag posed against
a child of Orthodox heritage). Another is the close
shot of an artefact or natural feature, from which the camera pulls back at
medium speed to create a wider vista. Less frequently, it is necessary to make
use of montage: much of the screen time is taken up with paintings, etchings,
photographs. We are 12 minutes into the film before we see a living soul; 19
minutes in before the frame is properly peopled. Shots of children in a
Fairbanks playground, and adults in shops and streets are all the more warmly
welcome for their late appearance.
If Williams' Alaska is paradoxical (desolate yet rich, in nature and history
as well as oil), so too is his film. The luxuriant, sometimes heroic, often
melancholy score by Edward Williams (no relation) plays a vital part in bringing
out a certain English romanticism present beneath a politely cold surface. This
film opens and closes on patiently dissolving shots of freezing yet rushing
waters replete with drift ice.
Patrick Russell
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