“Where the violin sings her song, We but see a quivering string - Thus we must accept afore long Empty silence’s bitter sting.”- anthem of UTOH (Ukrayinske Tovarystvo Hlukhykh, of Deaf of Ukraine), as translated by Adrian Bryttan Ever turn over a moss-encrusted log in the woods? Ever peer at the hidden life underneath, teeming with varied skittering tiny beings, scrambling for their existence? Ever scrutinize this silent drama of ruthless predators, those fighting to escape… and the scavengers? Director Miroslav Slaboshpytskiy’s decorated 2014 film “The Tribe” presents a similar vision: the startling and savage ecosystem of a boarding school for deaf children in Ukraine. The World of “The Tribe” Viewing “The Tribe” draws us into an alternate dimension starting with the first scene, where the school hierarchy greet their classes in sign language while students cheer like students everywhere - only here it is in silence with a sea of waving arms. We perceive the intervals between periods punctuated not with a bell, but flashing lights. Yet time and again, we also note situations and emotions all can easily recognize - teachers dealing with cheeky pupils, cafeteria confrontations, furtive sex, schoolyard fights, bullies, gangs and shakedowns. These students seem to have little time for any reflection, or any deeper friendships or tenderness, only the will to power in a descent into savagery. The law of claw and fang. Very quickly, the film turns terrifying. Institutional prostitution, robberies, assaults and other crimes lead ever deeper into the labyrinth of hopelessness and finally madness and disaster, echoing Stanley Kubrick’s “Clockwork Orange” and William Golding’s dystopian novel “Lord of the Flies” about a degraded society of British boys stuck on an uninhabited island and headed for irreversible oblivion. Much of the power of Mr Slaboshpytskiy’s film is in the details. Grafitti-covered walls with peeling paint frame every interior shot. The cold efficiency of the two teenaged girls changing into their hooker dresses while jostling inside the dingy van is timed to the second for their arrival at the truck pitstops where clients await. Tender-aged scavengers are depicted as experienced Artful Dodgers, whether ransacking an apartment, or shaking a new student down to his last penny. Nothing is wasted by the “tribe”. There is a scene where two administrators (also mute) who arranged for an Italian visa for two young girl students, ceremoniously trot out the vodka bottle - just like some real life administrators from that part of the world. As we recognize more and more tableaus that ring true, we begin to realize the full tragedy of what we are viewing - this is a film about a society that has regressed to a primitive state, it is about the desperation of people caught in a dysfunctional hell-hole. Who has not been disturbed by the crumbling buildings, the disinterested apparatchiks and other weasels, the quiet desperation of the long waiting lines, and the skinhead punks in Ukraine? - only this time they just happen to all be deaf… Our emotional response is undeniable. And with this, the director has achieved his goal.

