I absolutely adored this movie. The setting and style of the film is very reminiscent of my time growing up in rural north wales. I found the film very believable, my mother and sister also watched Eldra, and we all commented on how 'welsh' it was. The ruralness came across wonderfully, and the choices welsh families had in that era, were well thought out. Eldra's family obviously come across as very Romany Pagan, and it's this which causes the conflict between them and their neighbours, this is not unheard of still to this day. It's only when Eldra befriended a local, we find that both communities and cultures could come together, if this is allowed to blossom. Maybe more folk should watch this movie! I highly recommend it, and as a non welsh speaker (okay, apart from the odd word here and there), i found the subtitles just fabulous!
6 Reviews
A miniature masterpiece
philipdavies29 January 2007
The matter-of-fact acceptance by the Romani of the wonderful truths of their traditional beliefs is beautifully played out, in this miniature masterpiece, against the equal hatred and fascination of the settled modern community which surrounds them, under the looming industrial backdrop of the slate-tips of Bethesda, in nineteen-thirties North Wales.
The excellent ensemble of Welsh actors have completely identified with this nostalgic, yet still relevant, glimpse of a famous harpist's girlhood. This Eldra of the title is beautifully realised by the young Iona Jones, in a performance of simple honesty. John Ogwen's grandfather ('Taid') is noteworthy as a gently feral goblin of a man who comes and goes like the fitful promptings of a race memory. The creative sympathy of Robat's (Gareth Wyn Roberts) encounter with these strange and exotic folk reveals the strength of a fine soul, already secure in his diminutive frame, and provides moreover a tragic contrast with the fearful aggression of his siblings, already wholly identified with an Americanised culture of capitalism and cheap sensation. The contrast with the gentle family relationship which Eldra's people seem to maintain with the whole of creation could hardly be greater.
Indeed, it is a shock to see Robat's brothers, in one scene, force him to play a despised 'Indian' to their fearful lynch-minded 'cowboys' in order to punish his race-treason. It should, however, be noted that the implied critique is probably more pertinent to the unformed characters of young lads, than intended as any wider sociological observation of the adult world which they inhabit: The quarrymen were generally a rather civilised lot, and it is perhaps the absence of any fuller presentation of their cultural background that limits this film. Lord Penrhyn is also perhaps too much of an old-fashioned top-hatted Marxist caricature.
It is of course possible to see this simplistic view of the dominant 'Gorja' culture as a representation of little Eldra's still unquestioning acceptance of her own people's mythic rendering of the shifting cultural and historical scenes around them in terms of their own ancient experience: Fascinating it is to see how she naturally recasts the 'Castle' of Lord Penrhyn in terms of the vanished feudal world of kings and peasants. This vital mythology is not a game to her, as 'Cowboys and indians' is only a game for the local lads - however revealing it may be to the observer. It flows from the childhood of the race, rather than from the latest Cowboy film at the local cinema.
The great strength of the film is, in fact, its location of 'fairyland' in the most powerful intuitions of our common human nature, and in its ability to show how the simple goodness of such a natural world is equally accessible to the two children, who befriend each other across the great cultural divide which so troubles the relations of their respective peoples.
This naturalism in the presentation of childhood puts this film into the same distinguished class as 'Fairy tale: a true story', that wonderful meditation on private childhood and public trauma in an England bereft of all certainties by the Great War. By the same token, 'Eldra' also stands as a quiet reproach to the rootless and empty biopic 'Miss Potter', which touches on its themes only to falsify them by the sort of frenetic dramatisation more suited to such barbarisms of shallow wish fulfilment as are enacted in American shoot-'em-ups; for be it ever so genteel, 'Miss Potter' is just the kind of film to perpetrate unthinking formulaic violence on an innocent subject! 'Miss Potter', with its intrusive animations, presents a Beatrix Potter who is to be understood and justified as a precursor of Walt Disney; 'Eldra' presents a child of nature, to be understood on her own terms, and in her own time. Eldra's animal companions - the fox and the owl - are themselves. Like an icon, the Welsh film extends its reality out into the world, from where it came. The big-production feature draws us into a manufactured make-believe masquerading as reality, and traps us in its world of airless contrivance.
Perhaps the most abiding image of 'Miss Potter' is her young brother impaling another moth for his collection, whilst crying 'Die, you devil.' The film has stirrings of an uneasy conscience.
Eldra's Brown Owl seems to fly off through the artificial night which supervenes after the final credits at the end of the Welsh film, magically transforming that impenetrable silence with one surprising cry. The 'smaller' film clearly has a grasp of something far grander than the posturings and muggings of the mainstream offering.
You only need see the natural face of Iona Jones and then the mannered and grotesque over-acting of Renee Zellweger, for comparison, to know instantly which is the greater film.
The excellent ensemble of Welsh actors have completely identified with this nostalgic, yet still relevant, glimpse of a famous harpist's girlhood. This Eldra of the title is beautifully realised by the young Iona Jones, in a performance of simple honesty. John Ogwen's grandfather ('Taid') is noteworthy as a gently feral goblin of a man who comes and goes like the fitful promptings of a race memory. The creative sympathy of Robat's (Gareth Wyn Roberts) encounter with these strange and exotic folk reveals the strength of a fine soul, already secure in his diminutive frame, and provides moreover a tragic contrast with the fearful aggression of his siblings, already wholly identified with an Americanised culture of capitalism and cheap sensation. The contrast with the gentle family relationship which Eldra's people seem to maintain with the whole of creation could hardly be greater.
Indeed, it is a shock to see Robat's brothers, in one scene, force him to play a despised 'Indian' to their fearful lynch-minded 'cowboys' in order to punish his race-treason. It should, however, be noted that the implied critique is probably more pertinent to the unformed characters of young lads, than intended as any wider sociological observation of the adult world which they inhabit: The quarrymen were generally a rather civilised lot, and it is perhaps the absence of any fuller presentation of their cultural background that limits this film. Lord Penrhyn is also perhaps too much of an old-fashioned top-hatted Marxist caricature.
It is of course possible to see this simplistic view of the dominant 'Gorja' culture as a representation of little Eldra's still unquestioning acceptance of her own people's mythic rendering of the shifting cultural and historical scenes around them in terms of their own ancient experience: Fascinating it is to see how she naturally recasts the 'Castle' of Lord Penrhyn in terms of the vanished feudal world of kings and peasants. This vital mythology is not a game to her, as 'Cowboys and indians' is only a game for the local lads - however revealing it may be to the observer. It flows from the childhood of the race, rather than from the latest Cowboy film at the local cinema.
The great strength of the film is, in fact, its location of 'fairyland' in the most powerful intuitions of our common human nature, and in its ability to show how the simple goodness of such a natural world is equally accessible to the two children, who befriend each other across the great cultural divide which so troubles the relations of their respective peoples.
This naturalism in the presentation of childhood puts this film into the same distinguished class as 'Fairy tale: a true story', that wonderful meditation on private childhood and public trauma in an England bereft of all certainties by the Great War. By the same token, 'Eldra' also stands as a quiet reproach to the rootless and empty biopic 'Miss Potter', which touches on its themes only to falsify them by the sort of frenetic dramatisation more suited to such barbarisms of shallow wish fulfilment as are enacted in American shoot-'em-ups; for be it ever so genteel, 'Miss Potter' is just the kind of film to perpetrate unthinking formulaic violence on an innocent subject! 'Miss Potter', with its intrusive animations, presents a Beatrix Potter who is to be understood and justified as a precursor of Walt Disney; 'Eldra' presents a child of nature, to be understood on her own terms, and in her own time. Eldra's animal companions - the fox and the owl - are themselves. Like an icon, the Welsh film extends its reality out into the world, from where it came. The big-production feature draws us into a manufactured make-believe masquerading as reality, and traps us in its world of airless contrivance.
Perhaps the most abiding image of 'Miss Potter' is her young brother impaling another moth for his collection, whilst crying 'Die, you devil.' The film has stirrings of an uneasy conscience.
Eldra's Brown Owl seems to fly off through the artificial night which supervenes after the final credits at the end of the Welsh film, magically transforming that impenetrable silence with one surprising cry. The 'smaller' film clearly has a grasp of something far grander than the posturings and muggings of the mainstream offering.
You only need see the natural face of Iona Jones and then the mannered and grotesque over-acting of Renee Zellweger, for comparison, to know instantly which is the greater film.
Fantastic Social Portrayal...
david-gregory5-126 June 2006
An excellent film showing life in Gwynedd during the 1930's.
Despite other comments, this was how Gypsy families were treated during this period in the area, and the Lord of the Manor was boorish, and the relationship (or rather lack of)between the Lord and the people of Bethesda still creates bitterness from the latter today.
This is one of the better lighter Welsh language movies, and ideal for a Sunday afternoon movie. If you cannot speak Welsh, I suggest you look for a Subtitled copy, as it is well worth watching.
An excellent portrayal of 1930's life in Bethesda, and fantastic scenic filmography too. Well worth watching if you are studying Welsh history, or just love beautifully shot films.
Despite other comments, this was how Gypsy families were treated during this period in the area, and the Lord of the Manor was boorish, and the relationship (or rather lack of)between the Lord and the people of Bethesda still creates bitterness from the latter today.
This is one of the better lighter Welsh language movies, and ideal for a Sunday afternoon movie. If you cannot speak Welsh, I suggest you look for a Subtitled copy, as it is well worth watching.
An excellent portrayal of 1930's life in Bethesda, and fantastic scenic filmography too. Well worth watching if you are studying Welsh history, or just love beautifully shot films.
Eldra and the Welsh Gypsy musical tradition
ediestone3 February 2010
I saw Eldra at Welsh Heritage Week in 2005, which was held in Golden, Colorado that year. We had the delightful experience of not only viewing the film, but an opportunity to listen to the beautiful music (and bad jokes) of Robin Huw Bowen. Bowen is the premier player of the triple harp in the world today.
Bowen studied with Eldra Roberts Jarman and he has carried into the modern world the traditional music that she knew and preserved. Eldra was from a very musical family of Gypsies/Romany in North Wales. Her grandfather, aunts, and 9 of 10 uncles were prize- winning professional harpists.
My experience of the film is that it captures the sweetness of first love, and also exposes racial and religious prejudice that is both local and universal.
Eldra won at the previous year's Moondance International Film Festival in Boulder, Colorado.
Bowen studied with Eldra Roberts Jarman and he has carried into the modern world the traditional music that she knew and preserved. Eldra was from a very musical family of Gypsies/Romany in North Wales. Her grandfather, aunts, and 9 of 10 uncles were prize- winning professional harpists.
My experience of the film is that it captures the sweetness of first love, and also exposes racial and religious prejudice that is both local and universal.
Eldra won at the previous year's Moondance International Film Festival in Boulder, Colorado.
Something's amiss...
jonr-39 September 2003
I saw "Eldra" at the 2003 Kansas City Film Fest.
The music is wonderful (mainly Welsh harp). The story, which purports to recount a season in the life of famed Welsh harpist Eldra Jarman (1917-2000), I found less compelling.
Eldra and her family are portrayed as sensitive, wise, compassionate, and largely despised by the boorish, insensitive, townspeople and the even more boorish and insensitive lord of the manor. The contrast is so stark that one longs for a little believable nuancing. Things are rarely so simple in human relationships.
I also, frankly, find it hard to respect anybody who still believes in fairies at the age of thirteen or fourteen.
However, I think this film will be enjoyed by many who subscribe to New-Age tenets. I simply don't fit into that class.
Beautiful visuals throughout. Lovely music. Solid acting. It's a pity the story fell short.
The music is wonderful (mainly Welsh harp). The story, which purports to recount a season in the life of famed Welsh harpist Eldra Jarman (1917-2000), I found less compelling.
Eldra and her family are portrayed as sensitive, wise, compassionate, and largely despised by the boorish, insensitive, townspeople and the even more boorish and insensitive lord of the manor. The contrast is so stark that one longs for a little believable nuancing. Things are rarely so simple in human relationships.
I also, frankly, find it hard to respect anybody who still believes in fairies at the age of thirteen or fourteen.
However, I think this film will be enjoyed by many who subscribe to New-Age tenets. I simply don't fit into that class.
Beautiful visuals throughout. Lovely music. Solid acting. It's a pity the story fell short.
complete waste of time
radi0active-man25 January 2004
First of all I want to say that I'm absolutely not focused on big-budget Hollywood movies or star-filled blockbusters at all. I really enjoy watching independent movies from various contries from time to time. I saw this film at a local theatre where it was part of an "International Film-Weekend", so I knew in advance that this one doesn't offer any special-effects or proper editing (which this movie REALLY lacks of). Well... as long as there's a good story, interresting dialogs or nice scenery... so what.
But those things are exactly what's missing in that movie.
For about an hour I really tried very hard to concentrate on what's going on... hoping it all fits to the whole story itself... or leads to some point of "the story" later on. But from there on it really was more than clear that it had no point at all. It was just lousy dialogs with no sense or meaning behind it.
And... I really don't want to be arrogant. But the "funny passages" (which obviously were meant to be so) didn't even make me grin... and you really have to be some sort of "simple-minded" to really laugh about it.
You might say now: "This isn't a thriller, drama or deeply thoughtful movie! Just lean back, relax and enjoy the acting!"
Well... if at least the acting would have been worth mentioning then I surely would have. But even then it would have been hard, because these constant harp-tunes and folk-songs hurt my ears. (But that's - as always - individually different.)
As I see it this movie just tries to show the life/world of a little girl... her thoughts... the village she lives in - including some side-characters from there.
Maybe I am to "simple-minded" myself to understand what all this is worth watching... but I tell you what: I don't care! :-)
Finally I just have to say: If I want to watch a movie about (funny!) children with interresting stories I turn on the TV and watch some "Pipi Longstocking" on the children's program.
But those things are exactly what's missing in that movie.
For about an hour I really tried very hard to concentrate on what's going on... hoping it all fits to the whole story itself... or leads to some point of "the story" later on. But from there on it really was more than clear that it had no point at all. It was just lousy dialogs with no sense or meaning behind it.
And... I really don't want to be arrogant. But the "funny passages" (which obviously were meant to be so) didn't even make me grin... and you really have to be some sort of "simple-minded" to really laugh about it.
You might say now: "This isn't a thriller, drama or deeply thoughtful movie! Just lean back, relax and enjoy the acting!"
Well... if at least the acting would have been worth mentioning then I surely would have. But even then it would have been hard, because these constant harp-tunes and folk-songs hurt my ears. (But that's - as always - individually different.)
As I see it this movie just tries to show the life/world of a little girl... her thoughts... the village she lives in - including some side-characters from there.
Maybe I am to "simple-minded" myself to understand what all this is worth watching... but I tell you what: I don't care! :-)
Finally I just have to say: If I want to watch a movie about (funny!) children with interresting stories I turn on the TV and watch some "Pipi Longstocking" on the children's program.
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