This weeks flick is The Story of the Weeping Camel and can be watched at Documentary Heaven by clicking on the picture below.
The Story of the Weeping Camel
1 hr, 27 minutes
Today I spent the afternoon immersed in a story that takes place on the other side of the globe, in a place that is completely foreign to the fast-paced and technologically advanced world that we live in here in North America. It is the purity of the Mongolian people and the true joy with which they live each day that made this film one of the most endearing and lovely movies that I’ve had the opportunity to encounter.
The Story of the Weeping Camel is the documenting of one baby colt’s journey back to its rejecting mother, through an entrancing bonding ritual performed by nomadic Mongolian shepherds, with the help of a musician from a neighbouring city centre.
When a beautiful white colt, Botok, is born through an arduous two-day labour, it is quickly apparent that its mother, Ingen Temeethis, is traumatized and is not interested in taking up her motherly duties of caring for her offspring. The poor colt is obviously distraught as it tries to suckle from its mothers breast, only to be shunned and left with its hunger. The compassionate journey taken to reunite these divided animals is as heartwarming as it is magical, and by the end of the film you will find yourself in awe of natures miracles.
In my favourite scene of the film, the sadness of the missing bond amid the mother camel and her colt was expertly contrasted by the adoring relationship between a young Mongolian shepherd and her baby, as she lovingly caresses the child’s forehead and sings in a hushed tone, a most beautiful song to lull her off to sleep.
I spent most of the hour-and-a-half enveloped by gooseflesh, as I was completely enthralled by the harmonious Mongolian traditions that this movie shared. In one scene we watch as this reverent people perform a ritual of chanting and praying for forgiveness in order to bring back the spirits that protect them from disease and bad weather. They believe that these cherished spirits have been chased away by the continual plundering of the earth’s treasures by mankind.
It was interesting to notice not just the vast differences, but also some of the similarities between the Mongolian people and those of us in the west. The inquisitive and rambunctious spirit seen in Ugna, the youngest boy in the family, was not unlike many happy and curious children that I know. This only solidified for me that true happiness can be found in the most humble of environments, and that it is not necessary to overburden children with extravagant toys, the latest fashions or mounds of candy.
Although this is an extremely slow paced film, for those that are able to appreciate the value in simplicity, The Story of the Weeping Camel is the perfect blend of culture, good will and spirituality, that is sure to soothe the soul.