Film Review: War and Peace (Voyna i mir, 1965 - 1967)

For casual cinephiles, Soviet cinema often conjures two towering figures: Sergei Eisenstein, the revolutionary pioneer of montage, and Andrei Tarkovsky, the poetic visionary of metaphysical cinema. Yet, the most monumental achievement in Soviet film history belongs to neither. Instead, it is the work of Sergei Bondarchuk, an actor-turned-director whose sophomore feature, War and Peace (1965–1967), stands as a colossus of cinematic ambition. Spanning four years of production and released in four distinct instalments, Bondarchuk’s adaptation of Leo Tolstoy’s literary epic remains unparalleled in scale, not only within Soviet annals but in global cinema. With a budget rumoured to rival Hollywood’s most extravagant spectacles and a canvas teeming with thousands of extras, Bondarchuk’s opus redefined the possibilities of filmmaking, cementing its legacy as a triumph of artistic audacity and state-backed ambition.

The film’s foundation lies in Tolstoy’s 1869 novel, a sprawling narrative that intertwines the fates of aristocratic families with Napoleon’s catastrophic 1812 invasion of Russia. Regarded as a pinnacle of Russian literature, Tolstoy’s text marries historical grandiosity with intimate psychological depth—a duality that has daunted adapters for generations. Bondarchuk’s adaptation, however, embraces this challenge, translating Tolstoy’s philosophical musings on history, free will, and human connection into visceral imagery. The novel’s status as a national treasure imbued the project with cultural urgency, transforming it into more than a film: it became a mission to reclaim a cornerstone of Russian identity from foreign interpretations.

The genesis of Bondarchuk’s War and Peace was steeped in Cold War rivalry. In 1956, a Hollywood-backed adaptation by King Vidor, though panned by critics and a commercial flop in the West, found unexpected success in Soviet theatres. This incensed Soviet cultural minister Yekaterina Furtseva, who deemed it a national embarrassment that Americans had co-opted Russia’s defining literary work. Thus, the Kremlin commissioned a Soviet response—a film to eclipse its Western counterpart in grandeur and authenticity. Freed from box-office constraints, Bondarchuk’s production enjoyed unparalleled resources: 12,000 Soviet soldiers as extras, 1,500 cavalry horses, and access to museum archives for period-accurate costumes and props. While Western observers speculated about exorbitant costs (hinting it was the most expensive film ever made), Bondarchuk later downplayed these claims, insisting the budget was a fraction of reported figures. Regardless, the film’s logistical feats—such as reconstructing the Battle of Borodino—remain staggering.

The selection of Bondarchuk as director was itself a product of Soviet bureaucratic intrigue. Initially, veteran director Ivan Piriyev—known for Stalin-era comedies and Khrushchev-era literary adaptations—was tasked with helming the project. However, Piriyev, recognising the undertaking’s immensity, ceded the role to Bondarchuk, then a rising star. Bondarchuk’s 1959 debut, Fate of a Man—a poignant WWII drama based on Sholokhov’s story—had demonstrated his knack for melding personal trauma with historical sweep. His dual background as an actor (he starred as Pierre Bezukhov) and director equipped him to deal with both the human and logistical dimensions of Tolstoy’s epic.

Bondarchuk’s masterstroke was his decision to fragment Tolstoy’s novel into four feature-length films, each mirroring the book’s divisions. Released between 1965 and 1967, the instalments—Andrei Bolkonsky, Natasha Rostova, The Year 1812, and Pierre Bezukhov—allowed for narrative breathing room, preserving Tolstoy’s intricate subplots and philosophical digressions. This multi-part structure echoed the novel’s own refusal to conform to traditional storytelling, offering audiences a marathon of emotional and historical immersion.

The first instalment, Andrei Bolkonsky, introduces the disillusioned aristocrat Andrei (Vyacheslav Tikhonov), whose quest for glory at the Battle of Austerlitz ends in near-fatal wounds and existential despair. Parallel to his journey is that of Pierre Bezukhov (Bondarchuk), the bumbling idealist who inherits vast wealth, only to find himself alienated in a decadent Moscow elite. The second film, Natasha Rostova, shifts focus to Lyudmila Savelyeva’s luminous portrayal of Natasha, whose youthful exuberance and tragic romance with Andrei form the saga’s emotional core. The third chapter, The Year 1812, plunges into the visceral chaos of the Borodino battle—a 40-minute sequence of unparalleled brutality—while the finale, Pierre Bezukhov, juxtaposes Moscow’s apocalyptic burning with Pierre’s spiritual awakening amid captivity.

Bondarchuk’s direction synthesises Hollywood spectacle with avant-garde experimentation. Aerial shots of cavalry charges evoke David Lean’s Lawrence of Arabia, while disorienting Dutch angles and handheld close-ups during battle scenes prefigure the visceral realism of modern war films. His use of colour manipulation adds lyrical texture. Most striking is Bolkonsky’s death scene: a hallucinatory montage of swirling skies and fragmented memories that rivals Tarkovsky’s surrealism. Bondarchuk’s near-death experience during production—a heart attack that left him clinically dead—infuses this transcendental sequence with palpable urgency.

Vyacheslav Ovchinnikov’s score, though functional, plays second fiddle to diegetic soundscapes. Ballroom waltzes, Orthodox hymns, and folk dances anchor the film in cultural specificity, while the inclusion of historical anthems like Let the Thunder of Victory Rumble! and Vive Henri IV underscores its nationalist undertones. Yet, the music’s true power lies in its absence: the eerie silence preceding Borodino’s carnage amplifies the horror of impending slaughter.

Pierre’s journey from passive observer to active participant reaches its climax as he joins the French retreat. Captured and forced on a death march, his survival amid starvation and brutality becomes a metaphor for Russia’s resilience. Natasha’s reunion with Pierre—now a hardened survivor—closes the narrative with a quiet optimism, their marriage symbolising a nation’s rebirth from ashes.

Bondarchuk’s technical ingenuity elevates the film beyond mere historical reenactment. Handheld camerawork captures the frenetic energy of battles, while rapid editing fractures time, mirroring Tolstoy’s nonlinear narrative. Colour manipulation shifts from sepia-toned nostalgia to stark realism, reflecting the characters’ loss of innocence.

Vyacheslav Ovchinnikov’s score, though criticised as unmemorable, skillfully blends folk motifs with diegetic music. The inclusion of the Russian old anthem “Let the Thunder of Victory Rumble!” and the French pre-revolutionary anthem “Vive Henri IV” subtly underscores the collision and similarities of cultures.

Despite its state patronage, War and Peace avoids heavy-handed propaganda. Instead, it channels Tolstoy’s humanism, celebrating peasant resilience over aristocratic incompetence. Religious iconography—crosses, prayers, and funeral rites—permeates the film, a bold choice in an atheist state. The scenes where Russian soldiers take pity of French prisoners espouse a universal brotherhood echoed in the film’s ending that features a multilingual chorus of “Long live the whole world!”—a message of unity resonant during the Khrushchev Thaw’s brief liberalisation.

The film’s casting is a mixed ledger. Bondarchuk’s decision to play Pierre—a role demanding youthful awkwardness and later gravitas—strains credulity, with his middle-aged demeanour clashing against Savelyeva’s adolescent Natasha. Similarly, Irina Skobtseva (Bondarchuk’s then-wife) is underutilised as the seductive Helene, her subplot reduced to a footnote. Yet, these missteps pale against Vyacheslav Tikhonov’s brooding Bolkonsky and Boris Zakhava’s Kutuzov. Zakhava, a former Tsarist officer, lends authenticity to the role, his gruff charisma embodying Tolstoy’s “spirit of the army.”

The film’s revelation is Lyudmila Savelyeva, a ballerina with no prior acting experience. Her Natasha evolves from a giggling ingénue to a woman tempered by loss, her expressive eyes conveying innocence, heartbreak, and resilience. Savelyeva’s ballet training shines in the iconic ballroom scene, where her ethereal grace captures Natasha’s first flush of love, and in a spontaneous folk dance that erupts with earthy vitality.

Bondarchuk’s War and Peace achieved its geopolitical aim: Vidor’s 1956 version faded into obscurity, while the Soviet iteration claimed the 1969 Oscar for Best Foreign Film. Domestically, it drew millions of viewers, its patriotic fervour coexisting with anti-war sentiment. Today, it stands as a testament to a unique moment when Soviet artistry, unshackled by commercial pressures, pursued cinematic immortality—flawed, monumental, and utterly unparalleled.

War and Peace is not without flaws. Its pacing, particularly in the first two parts, can feel languid, and Bondarchuk’s directorial indulgences—such as his casting—hint at hubris. Yet these imperfections are eclipsed by its audacity. In an era where blockbusters prioritise spectacle over substance, Bondarchuk’s film stands as a reminder of cinema’s potential to marry epic scale with intimate humanity. It is, ultimately, the Soviet Union’s greatest cinematic achievement—a film that dared to visualise the ineffable.

RATING: 8/10 (+++)

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