Microcosmos Movie Review
Its subject, at first glance, is one of the ickiest imaginable: bugs. Given this reviewer's uneasy relationship with the lifeform (grasshoppers in particular freak me out completely), no one could have convinced me that I would leave a documentary about the day-to-day lives of insects in anything but a state of sustained panic. And yet Microcosmos remains among my very favorite nature documentaries or, for that matter, documentaries of any kind.
Microcosmos does more than dryly chronicle, say, the lifespan of the carpenter ant. Its opening narration (the only words we hear until the ending) invites us into a French meadow, and the filmmakers then employ jaw-dropping visuals to silently convey not just the activities of the many insects they study, but also the dizzyingly foreign world in which they live. Here raindrops fall like missile strikes, predator insects (and in one unforgettable sequence a pheasant) tower overhead like Mothra over Japan, and the whole blue sky opens up above just three or four inches above the ground. This meadow is a labyrinth at ground level, packed with as much activity as any city, and varied beyond belief in its population. Smart editing and heightened sound complete the otherworldly feel of this parallel reality teeming below the human knee.
Microcosmos received some flak from critics and documentarians when released on a technicality: the situations it records were sometimes orchestrated for the camera -- two insects, for instance, may have been placed in proximity to one another and then allowed to react as they normally would -- and its integrity as a documentary thus challenged. My advice is not to worry about it. The material presented here is so compelling and so true to the natural processes it records that it's beside the point to wonder if the filmmakers waited for nature to take its course or sped up the proceedings a little. The joy of watching Microcosmos has less to do with the science of the thing and much more with the fascinating, intricate world of the insects themselves.
Aka Microcosmos: Le peuple de l'herbe.
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