Synopsis: A history of the Louvre during the Nazi occupation and a meditation on the meaning and timelessness of art.
Genre: Drama, History
Director(s): Aleksandr Sokurov
Production: Idéale Audience
  2 wins & 7 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
88 min

Yes, hello.

Yes, good day.

Keep it brief, please.

Maybe, but a consultation

at port is essential.

In Rotterdam, of course.

Where else?

No, I haven't had a letter

or call from him for a long time.

Maybe his ship

is somewhere on the Atlantic.

It's Captain Dirk.

No, you know, Dirk.


Are museums really sending out anything

in shipping containers today?

Good. All the best.

No, we're still shooting.

Yes, I'll see you later.


Yes, hello.

When is the orchestra recording?

Yes, in Amsterdam.

The string section?

Check with the composer.

All the best.

Hi, Dirk.

I waited for you

to make contact at last.

I can't see you,

there's no picture.

I'm home already,

just got back from Europe.

Yes, my friend.

My work is almost done.

But I don't think

the film is successful.

I've surrounded myself with

books and talk to myself.

Dirk? Dirk?

The connection is gone.

I didn't manage to ask where he is now.

On which seas.

Why is he looking at me like that?

As if he knew what was awaiting us.

Now he'll tell us.

Who will if not him?

Anton Pavlovich...

You don't say he is staying silent, too?

Now he's fallen asleep.

He sleeps and sleeps...

He's sleeping deeply, won't wake up soon.

He's fallen asleep, too.

In the hardest period...

Mr. Chekhov! Anton Pavlovich!

Mr. Chekhov, wake up!

It's the dawn of the century,

the dawn of the 20th century.

Who can I turn to?

Who is there?

A-ha. There are the people.

What faces, what souls!

Angels... children.

But children are always hard-hearted.

Especially when their parents are asleep.

So that's how the 20th century started:

The fathers fell asleep.

There she is again.

As soon as I show up here,

you start pursuing me.

It's pursuit.

My dear ghost, tell us,

what is it that awaits us all?

Freedom, equality, brotherhood.

Freedom, equality, brotherhood.

My dear Marianne,

I'm not in the mood for humor.

The connection to the ship.

You haven't responded for ages.

We've been worried about your status.

Oh, it was a mistake

to take anything from the museum.

It's not human,

dragging art across the oceans.

Dirk? Dirk!

That's it, the connection

is gone again. The sea...

The ocean.

I watch this and recall Chekhov:

On a huge sea,

one wave rose above the next,

and they knew no sense nor pity.

Elemental forces of the sea and of history

are those without sense or pity.

What use is this ocean to me?

Let it live its own life beside us.

Why do we need to know

this elemental force?

After all, we have our cities,

our skies, our warm and cozy apartments.

Life, beauty...

A people is surrounded by an ocean,

while a person has his ocean within.

I've been thinking

about this city a lot, lately...

The Louvre is here somewhere.

So where is the Louvre? I can't see it.

Alexandre, we are ready.

Alexandre! Alexandre!

We are ready.

So is the camera already rolling?

Then let's go.

Sequence four, take two.

Calamity can strike

even the happiest city.

In the summer of 1940,

enemy troops entered Paris.

This was on the 14th of June.

The city was empty. Yes, empty.

The government had headed south,

declaring beautiful Paris an open city.

The French are all cinematographers,

making films regardless of the situation.

Here we have the new owner,

come to survey his new acquisitions.

Is everything as it should be

and in good condition?

But where are the subjects?

New subjects:
the neighboring people.

Empty Paris.

He who could, fled.

He who could, surrendered, hid.

Others perished

offering fierce resistance.

Well, all right...

The tower is where it belongs.

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