Chronovisor turns a research rabbit hole into must-see cinema
Morphing academia into thrilling arthouse cinema, this engrossing docufiction searches for a mystical time travel device.
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The thin border between genius and crackpot is so porous as to barely exist, whether that perimeter disintegrates in harmful ways—like the trend of Nobel laureates going off the deep end into Nazism, parapsychology, homeopathy, and climate-change denial—or ones that’re merely eccentric, like Isaac Newton’s deep interest in alchemical magic. In Chronovisor, the engrossingly lo-fi feature debut from writer-directors Kevin Walker and Jack Auen, the blurring boundaries aren’t just between breakthrough and madness, but between truth and fiction; image and text; and past and present. Getting caught up in the film’s mounting obsession feels like falling headfirst into a Wikipedia rabbit hole, tumbling into darkness and data until dawn breaks over your bloodshot eyes. It’s a rush and an addiction, deceptively bookish, where repetition is part of the process and digging deeper is the only way through.
And wouldn’t you feel the same drive, if you were on the trail of a device that could observe, on a handy TV screen, humanity’s collective audio-visual footprint left upon time? If you could see all of history—from the crucifixion to your breakfast yesterday morning—play out before our eyes if only you followed the right clues? It’s a temptation straight out of Indiana Jones, teasing the kind of device hidden in a crate and wheeled into a warehouse because of its potential dangers. It’s all the more alluring to an academic, the kind who’d chafe at something like that spending eternity in obscurity thanks to some blockheads in the government. So, when Béatrice (Anne Laure Sellier), a Columbia philosophy professor writing about memory, brushes up against the existence of the chronovisor, she can’t let it go.
Her fixation is immediately transfixing, in part because it feels so real. It almost is. Sellier isn’t an actor, but a real professor really researching our perception of time, while Walker and Auen really did get obsessed with the possibility of the chronovisor, which was something a real Benedictine priest, Father Pellegrino Ernetti, claimed to have created in the ’70s. That factual basis (or at least its grounding in the real world) imbues Chronovisor and its extensive on-screen archival material with a Borges-like literary magic, reflexive and looping as physical ephemera fills the frame and consumes its characters. Most of the mystery takes place in libraries and at desks, with Béatrice poring over a multilingual motherlode of documents that get translated through superimposition—the on-screen words becoming layered palimpsests teetering between the worlds of academia and silent film, each possibly leading to Father Ernetti and his device.