Calling Happy People: A Year in the Taiga a Werner Herzog film is something like calling the dozen books with James Patterson's name on them released in 2012 novels written by James Patterson. It simply isn't so in the traditional sense, though in this case, the end product isn't some fake groundout by subordinates.
Herzog came on board as a co-director only after all of this arresting documentary's footage of life in Siberia had been shot. The story goes that Herzog caught a glimpse of it on a neighbor's TV. Impressed by the subarctic landscapes, both spare and grand at once, and the not-quite-of-this-century life of the lead subject, the stoic trapper Anatoly Blume, Herzog tracked down the existing director, Dmitry Vasyukov. Herzog's offer: to take the four hours of finished film and cut a movie out of it.
That's not far from what the craftsmen Vasyukov has filmed do to Siberia's trees, which with careful axing they shape into traps, canoes, skis, and even repellent for the mosquitoes that percolate about each body in the summer like hiccup bubbles around comic strip drunks. Vasyukov accepted, and here we have Werner Herzog's and Dmitry Vasyukov's Happy People. If that's what it takes to get this remarkable footage onto screens worldwide, so be it, and let's applaud Herzog for using his name for good.
Happy People tours us through one season cycle in the life of a trapper in the Siberian town of Bakhta, population 300. We follow Blume through the forested vastness; he putters over the frozen Yenisei River with a husky leashed to his snowmobile. It's spring. Blume checks his traps, explains how to select wood for ski-making, tells us how there's easy game to be had because the crust atop the snowdrifts isn't strong enough for moose to walk on without falling through and then struggling to move. These scenes will inspire many viewers to imagine a go at this fat-of-the-land life. Building a trap for sable, Blume explains that he's doing it the same way that his Siberian grandparents had; other than that snowmobile, a chain saw, and the plastic he wraps around trees to keep mice from getting at the food he stores up in the boughs, he could be toiling under the rule of the czars.
Then comes summer with its abundance: fish, vegetables, daylight for twenty hours at a time. Happy People's structure is that of 1,000 nature documentaries, but its immersive patience is rare, as is its commitment to showing us the taiga as its residents see it. Instead of sweeping vistas, seen from the eye of God or Richard Attenborough, Vasyukov gives us what Blume and his fellow trappers see — and have to deal with. The Yenisei thaws, the current takes hold, and fishermen have to tug their dugouts against it with ropes. We're shown a reindeer swimming across, its mighty antlers just dipping into the water. The moment reads at first as an establishing shot, stock footage, or something the crew tracked down to demonstrate it's springtime. But then there's a ruckus, and a dog tears into the water, and the camera turns just enough for us to see that it's actually in Blume's canoe. That reindeer had just been passing, and now it's being hunted.
Herzog narrates. Doing so, the great German director gets to say the kinds of things viewers of his previous films — Woyzeck, Grizzly Man, Encounters At the End of the World — might expect he is always saying, such as "All provisions here must be secured against bears."
The year passes quickly, with festivals in town, a harvest, and preparations for the long winter, when the Fahrenheit scrapes down to 50 below zero. The most interesting passages concern work — the process of splitting a tree — and dogs, who are never just companion animals. Blume complains about a "freeloader" dog who no longer works; another old dog he likens to a "pensioner" and promises "I'll keep feeding him as long as he is alive," which to Western ears sounds like what you're just supposed to do. Later, displaying little emotion but apparently shaken, Blume tells a heartbreaker of a story about his favorite dog going up against a bear.
Blume's world is presented simply, with little comment, at a pace in which viewers can sink in it and feel the place. Vasyukov's digital photography is somewhat muddy, with objects and creatures blurring against the backgrounds. This is especially apparent toward the end, when winter has hit and Blume, gathering trapped sable, picks his way though snow-bent branches and harsh white horizons. A yellowish aura surrounds him at times, a testament to the expenses that were spared. It's fitting that this film of people making do with what they have should itself look somewhat humble, without lyricism, a work not of beauty but of work — which is the thing that makes it beautiful, no matter who directed it.