Synopsis
Arrival in the Bronx is shown with a view from an elevated train as it enters the city. Then follows a montage of sights from the Bronx. Many typical neighborhood activities are shown, along with scenes from many local businesses.
Arrival in the Bronx is shown with a view from an elevated train as it enters the city. Then follows a montage of sights from the Bronx. Many typical neighborhood activities are shown, along with scenes from many local businesses.
Is it bad that whenever I watch a silent film that features a baby carriage, I expect some awful shit to go down?
Leyda sketches the mode of life absent from nearly all movie New Yorks or city symphonies, the integral, burglike life of local transits (of kids, shoppers, windblown newspapers, sparrows) still so alive in pockets not shattered by rent.
Pitched somewhere between an actuality and a documentary film, this is a well-shot montage of scenes in the Bronx that doesn't exactly sell it as an especially exciting or interesting place. More than anything else, this is a success of composition.
Less of a documentation of the Bronx and more of a sketch or poem of it. Aside from a scant number of simple title cards there is no narrative or direct message being stated, this simply seeks to capture the essence of a certain area. We see movement, trains and cars passing by, birds flying, children playing, there are close ups of people’s shoes, fruit, and storefronts. We observe their shadows, look at the exteriors of apartments, look towards the sky and down at the street.
It’s an inspiring reminder that if you just take a camera with you outside, you can create something cool.
As someone who has also taken a camera around my city and just filmed what I see in my day to day life, I can’t help but enjoy the really unguarded quality of this little look at a neighborhood.
Where ‘city symphonies’ have previously looked up at the mighty constructions of Manhattan, Jay Leyda instead centres the prosaic; in doing so he forgoes those stationary monoliths for a sense of movement, humanity, warmth. His Bronx is not somewhere of extraordinary renown, but rather a home to various people, who are captured closely, intimately. For a man (boy?) of twenty he exhibits remarkable cinematic sense, particularly in montage. He will cut according to associations, sometimes directly aesthetic, other times more obliquely thematic. The result is a work that moves and flows, not unlike its subject.
9. The film portrays what goes on in a typical Bronx morning. You see modes of transportation, different occupations like produce street vendors and ice cream men, pedestrians, children playing and roughhousing, women shopping or running errands w/ or without baby carriages, and a city sanitation department truck cleaning the streets. I think the synopsis on the film page perfectly describes what the film is about, so feel free to refer.
Some nice images here, but it somehow lacked a throughline for me.
Part of my effort to watch at least one short film per day. Here is the list I am currently working through, with a random number generator determining the film each day. I will take recommendations for everything that's 40 minutes max.
People scurry about their business, but the camera abstracts them, turning them into canvases for the bits of light that filter in between the buildings. A rocking baby carriage seems to serve as training wheels for a subway ride. The city's pulse is visualized as humanity becomes inextricably collective.
52/100