It's a pity. Cuerda's delicate fable about the relationship between a little boy and his first teacher, set in the northwestern province of Galicia as the war clouds gather, has plenty to say not only about the enormous tragedy about to befall Spain, but also about such timeless concerns as the power of imagination, the force of love and the necessity of conscience. Cuerda takes us to a simple mountain village in the spring of 1936, but his overarching issue is the nature of humanity itself.
Producer/director Cuerda, who made most of his previous films for Spanish television, is 52; the writer whose fiction he has adapted, Manuel Rivas, is a full decade younger, so they do not know firsthand the cruelties of the conflict that tore their country apart between 1936 and 1939. But both men understand that the national trauma is not over: The generalissimo died 25 years ago, but the effects of his totalitarian rule linger. Spain's Civil War remains a commanding, emotionally charged subject for Spanish writers, artists and filmmakers.
Here, Cuerda has drawn upon three Rivas short stories, each of which looks at crucial 1936 in a slightly different light. Artfully woven together by screenwriter Rafael Azcona, La Lengua de Las Mariposa ("The Tongue of the Butterfly"), Carmina and Un Saxo en la Niebla ("A Saxophone in the Mist") give us an unsettling picture of a society reveling in its fragile new democracy but increasingly divided by ideology, threatened by incipient violence and disturbed by religious and sexual repression. On-screen, the dominant story is the first one, in which an asthmatic six-year-old, Moncho (Manuel Lozano), is sent to school where, after a jittery first day, he blossoms under the tutelage of a kindly old teacher named Don Gregorio. Significantly, the old man, who is played by the great Spanish actor and director Fernando Fernán Gómez, is rumored to be both an atheist and a socialist. But his way with children is magical: He awakens in them an appreciation of poetry, a love of nature and a respect for personal freedom.
You may feel like calling out the symbolism police when Don Gregorio begins explaining to Moncho the biological relationship between a butterfly and a flower, but the scene unfolds with such swift economy that it never feels heavy or ponderous. Suffice to say that the idyll shared by the boy and his teacher, like Spain's respite from 1931 to 1936, is doomed. In the end, mob rule will prevail, and even the boy will be implicated in betrayal.
To give this heartbreaking tale some shading, Cuerda has incorporated elements of the two lesser Rivas stories, and that works surprisingly well. In one of them, Moncho's older brother, Andrés (Alexis de los Santos), is magically transformed, by a vision of first love, from a struggling student saxophonist into a fluent soloist. In the other, we learn that the republican-minded father of Moncho and Andrés, Ramón (Gonzalo Uriarte), the village tailor, has been guarding a family secret for years. It is something that neither the priests nor the fascists would much approve of, but something that the little boy finds properly fascinating. In the context of the central narrative about Don Gregorio and Moncho, these dramatic diversions make good sense.
Compared to those of the gleeful satirist Pedro Almodóvar or the great surrealist provocateur Luis Buñuel, Cuerda's style may seem a bit restrained. But not every Spanish director was born to excoriate the clergy or savage the discreet charm of the bourgeoisie. Cuerda's approach seems much more akin to the Italian neorealists, whose plain postwar style and burning social commitment influenced earlier generations of Spanish moviemakers eager to defy the Franco regime.
To realize his approach, Cuerda has chosen just the right actors. After auditioning 2,500 boys, he picked young Lozano to play Moncho, and in this big-eyed, amazingly vivid kid, the director has found the perfect embodiment of an idea: innocence corrupted by forces that innocence cannot fathom. It's the same notion that ruled The Bicycle Thief more than half a century ago, and it still has the power to move us. In Don Gregorio, meanwhile, the filmmaker revives another kind of classic character, the idealist whose goodness threatens to destroy him. Now in his eighties, Gómez's face is a virtual road map of wisdom and sorrow, and his every gesture -- taking a book down from a shelf, rubbing a hand over the new suit Moncho's father had made for him -- speaks volumes about his interior life. The movies' time-honored old-man-and-boy theme has rarely been used to such great advantage. Beneath the simplicity of Don Gregorio and Moncho's story we discover the looming grief of a nation.
