The Wind Journeys

A review of The Wind Journeys by Rob Mason

'To have is to lose.'

Every now and then a film comes along that produces a most enjoyable response.  The Wind Journeys is such a film, directed by Ciro Guerra (117 minutes)   Below is a short review of the film by Ian Craig

Boy meets man on donkey. Boy follows man on odyssey to return to owner the accordion that’s been the lifelong instrument of his fame. Man refuses to teach boy to play accordion. This disarmingly simple plot forms the basis of Ciro Guerra’s second film, set across vast swathes of northern Colombia so remote that even calling it a “dirt-track movie” would be overstating the case much of the time. The donkey — a mute, heroic presence that deserves equal billing with the two stars — staggers through an astonishing diversity of landscapes, from the sorghum and grasslands of the Colombian Caribbean heartlands, through the forbidding desert and salt flats of the Guajira Peninsula, to the snow-capped peaks of the Sierra Nevada, where the aging troubadour Ignacio (Marciano Martínez) performs a mournful duet with a Kogui mountain-dweller on pipes.