The Last Kings of the Arctic
In the farthest north western fringes of Greenland there is a small coast village of Kullorsuaq in the Melville Bay. Here we find a few of the last remaining true Inuits. Cut off from the rest of the world for all but a few months of the year, the young, like any other around the world, still dream of a better life, of the joys of Facebook. But when the polar night gives way to sun, wind and cold, they are just a handful who still practise traditional hunting. Their goal: to feed their clan, like their fathers before them since the down of time.
It is a beautiful spring day. Ole, Adam, Aqualuk et Martika set off with their dogs onto the ice floe in pursuit of polar bears, seals and beluga whales. The Atlantic Ocean stretches away in the distance and some 3000 meters beneath their feet. This film tells the story of their daily hunt, a long lament where the ice squeeks under their sleds and dreams can stretch further than the horizon. A maiden voyage, a poem in homage of in spite of itself, because upon meeting Ola – the wise old man of the group – we gradually understand that here subdued body language rubs shoulders with wisdom, death with joy, hope with scrutiny.
How much longer can the Inuits of Greenland rely on Nature to feed themselves? What do they think of modernity, climate change, the nomadic lifestyle and consumer society? This is what we reveal in this alabaster film, a depiction of man, uncoloured and unfiltered.
Selection au Green Film Festival in Seoul, May 6-12, 2016