Alexander Nevsky : Sergei Eisenstein & Dmitri Vasilev

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I find it quite bewildering that only the underprivileged lands are the victim of imperial aggression. But I have watched many movies like Eisenstein’s Alexander Nevsky [1938] and read many books and seen many paintings where the lands which we think of as imperialist were the victims of imperialism and colonialism.

 

I got some analogous scenes using the excruciating cruelty and violence on the children in most of his movies. A kid was thrown out from the roof on the day of mass killing by police in Strike; a toddler in the stroller was fallen down through the staircases in the midst of police shooting and the most horrible one in Alexander Nevsky [1938], a Russian baby was thrown into fire by a German soldier. It was not less horrendous than sati pratha in Hindu malpractice in India.

 

Alexander Nevsky was maybe the first rom-com where a love triangle had been shown in a comedic way in a histo-drama narrative. How did Vasili Buslai  sacrificed his most desirable girl Olga Danilovna to Gavrilo Oleksich for keeping the compassion of friendship just after the battle was unprecedented and delightful.

 

Is Alexander Nevsky the first feature where Eisenstein did not apply his formalistic elements, especially any significant montage.

 

Is Alexander Nevsky the first feature where it shot the longest battle scene around 25 minutes during classical age in the cinema history. I was so curious to know which film made the longest battle scene till now, so I browsed on the internet and found that Game of Thrones: The Long Night [S8 : E3] had shot approximately 80 minutes in 2019.

 

Another splendid thing I have found so meaningful that there was no blood in the whole battle duration. Was it intentional? If it was then I must bow to Eisenstein’s creative strength [probably pacifist predisposition?].

 

Alexander Nevsky [1938]

Александр Невский

Sergei Eisenstein & Dmitri Vasilev

Russian, USSR

 




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