The Story of the Weeping Camel (2004)
A nomadic family in Mongolia's Gobi desert faces a problem when a white camel colt is born in a difficult delivery and the mother rejects it. Repeated efforts by the extended family to get the mother to nurse the colt fail. The colt stands alone and cries for its mother. The family worries that the colt will not survive. Finally, Dude (Enkhbulgan Ikhbayar), the older boy, is sent to a nearby town to find a musician who can perform a "Hoos" ceremony. Little Ugna (Uuganbaatar Ikhbayar) begs to go along. The two boys travel for miles across the desert, stopping at a neighbor's yert , where Ugna is delighted by his first encounter with television. They travel on to the village, and then return home with word that a musician is on the way. A musical ceremony is performed in an effort to get the mother camel to accept her colt. The Story of the Weeping Camel is a blend of documentary footage and narrative. Filmmakers Luigi Falorni and Byambasuren Davaa cast a real nomad family of herders and shot many of the events in the film as they occurred. The Story of the Weeping Camel was selected by the Film Society of Lincoln Center and the Museum of Modern Art for inclusion in the 2004 edition of New Directors/New Films. It also won the 2003 European Film Award for Best Documentary. … More
- PG (for mild thematic content)
- Documentary , Art House & International , Special Interest
- Directed By:
- Byambasuren Davaa , Luigi Falorni
- Written By:
- Byambasuren Davaa , Luigi Falorni
- In Theaters:
- Jun 4, 2004 Limited
- On DVD:
- Jan 25, 2005
- Box Office:
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Critic Reviews for The Story of the Weeping Camel
This quirky docudrama speaks a more universal language: Who does not feel for a child abandoned by his mother?
Un relato extraordinario, revelador de la naturaleza humana (y animal), a medio camino entre el registro documental y el realismo poético.
Beautiful and compassionate tale of nomadic peoples that ranks with the best of Robert Flaherty's documentaries.
Not a lot happens, but it's different and watchable (in a 'day in the life of a nomad... next on the Discovery Channel' sort of way).
As the film unspools at its slow, observational pace, the effect is almost therapeutic, like sinking into a warm bath.
As unique as the title animal: unrushed as a donkey, shaggy as a llama, sturdy as a horse and, it turns out, with a sensitive soft spot for music. Who'd'a thunk?
It's an awe-inspiring vacation that sends us back to our homes with a better sense of the world's mysteries and magnificence.
Maravilhosamente fotografado, este documentário de formato atípico emociona graças à vida simples de seus protagonistas e ao drama de um pequeno camelo branco. Surpreendente.
a quiet, generally absorbing tale that immerses its viewers in a community of camel herders and goat farmers that still puts great stock in ancient legends and rituals.
Like Flaherty's work, the film traverses a narrow line between dramatic staging and the observation of real life in a way that...reveals a unique cultural identity.
A beautiful little film that hovers somewhere between eye-popping documentary and warm-hearted fable.
It's hard to find anything negative to say about such a sweet picture without feeling like a horse's ***.
The film's success rests largely on the shoulders of this engaging clan who, unlike most reality television stars, pays no attention to the cameras.
Audience Reviews for The Story of the Weeping Camel
interesting documentary about a nomadic family of camel herders in Mongolia. And it's all about them -- no narration, no talking head "experts". Just a camera following these people around as they share meals, socialize and work. The title refers to a particiular camel who gives birth and then refuses to care for her colt. The colt's health begins to suffer, and the family takes an unusual step - bringing in a violinist to play while one of the women perform a kind of ritual with the camel in order to bring back the camel's maternal instinct. The piece the violinist plays is beautiful, and is just one of several similarly wonderful music interludes. A scene of a young mother singing what seems to be a lullaby to her toddler is magical and moving. A fascinating journey into unfamiliar territory.More
[font=Century Gothic]"The Story of the Weeping Camel" is a documentary about an extended family living in the Gobi Desert in Mongolia. The last of the camels has finally given birth but the mother rejects the colt. The humans are desperate to try to get the mother camel to accept her child.[/font]
[font=Century Gothic]Simply put, "The Story of the Weeping Camel" is not that interesting. There is little insight into how the family lives and works except they do seem rather ordinary.(Maybe this is the point...) The greater emphasis is on the camel. (Getting the mother camel to accept the colt is important but it is not explained the repercussions if this does not happen.) And humans will always interest me more than animals. I did learn quite a bit about animal husbandry especially how it applies to the birthing and care of camels, though.[/font]
[font=Century Gothic][color=#000080]And I will be on vacation until Tuesday, October 4. I'll try and have some reviews for you when I return...[/color][/font]
The world was raising. Thunderous canyons shot from below to meet my footsteps. Forests rose and died behind my back. Birds evolved and turned to dust before me. The sky was fire and shadow, and it covered the sun like a closing fist. My hair was a wild brown spirit dancing in the tempest. My consciousness tore apart into a thousand different pieces, each shot itself like a rocketship to a thousand stars. The moon crashed into the earth. Humanity begged to be. Civilization threw its hands up. Existence screamed.
My body is an auditorium. Memory is music fading, acoustics wearing.
Starlight is taxed. Clouds rule the universe. The bridges I walk end before they begin. All the islands and planets are sinking. An air just above me is a melancholy fragrance, and yellowness stains reality. The madness of my flesh is annihilated. I am just a tangle of wires choking a soul, stranded in a breath and under the dead mountains. The edge is deep. I let go, and fall back into a flock of glimmering crystal angels. I dream that they are building me beautiful white wings.
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