Kon-Tiki:
Seaworthy, And Then Some
by Ian
Buckwalter
April 25,
2013
Early
in Kon-Tiki, a dramatization of Thor Heyerdahl's famous 1947
trans-Pacific raft expedition, the Norwegian ethnographer arrives at the New
York Explorers Club trying to drum up support for his crazy adventure.
Though
the host initially tells him he's not welcome — Heyerdahl (Pal Sverre Hagen)
has already been soundly rejected by every publisher, magazine editor and potential
financier in the city — the Danish explorer Peter Freuchen (Soren Pilmark)
recognizes him and lets him in.
Freuchen's
appearance in Joachim Ronning and Espen Sandberg's film is limited to just this
one scene, but the character introduces two key concepts — one that will be
central to Heyerdahl's philosophy, and another that will prove key to that of
the filmmakers. When trying to live as native peoples do, Freuchen explains,
it's best to trust in the native ways of doing things. Heyerdahl takes this advice
to heart in the building of his titular raft, a craft built of balsa wood, held
together without a single nail or rivet.
Heyerdahl,
just like South Americans 1,500 years before, lashes the craft together with
nothing but hemp ropes for a nearly 5,000-mile trek through often-rough seas
from Peru to Polynesia, hoping to prove that it was possible for prehistoric
peoples to have migrated to the South Pacific from the East.
Ignoring
native wisdom, Freuchen points out, can have dire consequences; as evidence, he
taps the peg leg that has replaced the foot he once lost to frostbite. The
members of the Explorers Club are hearty men with big stories of riding the
ragged edge of mortality in the pursuit of knowledge. The filmmakers look at
Freuchen's lost foot, and their takeaway is that exploration needs adventure.
And sure enough, Kon-Tiki will have no shortage of death-defying drama,
though it sometimes comes at the expense of fact.
Heyerdahl's
own visual account of the trip is available in his Oscar-winning 1950
documentary, also named after the raft, which presents the expedition
practically as a pleasure cruise. Via a soothing British narrator, he relates
how relaxing it is to drift along the currents of the Pacific. He documents the
lulling repetitions of everyday life on the raft: catching fish, cooking,
tending the rudder, playing guitar, reading, sending out radio updates. Brief
mention is made of one storm that does some damage to the boat, an incident in
which their onboard parrot, Lorita, bites through a radio wire, and the danger
of omnipresent sharks.
All
of these aspects are present in Ronning and Sandberg's account, but through
their filter, every mishap is magnified to near-catastrophic scope to heighten
the stakes. Additionally, in the service of human drama and character
development, they turn the trip's second-in-command (Anders Baasmo
Christiansen) into a cowardly, portly klutz who nearly undermines the mission
on multiple occasions.
All
of this may undermine Kon-Tiki's value as an educational tool, but
there's no denying its status as a rousing and thoroughly enjoyable Old
Hollywood-style adventure. Little time is wasted on exposition; the filmmakers
efficiently use a brief prologue on an icy Norwegian pond to establish
Heyerdahl's status as an innate adventurer before rushing through his
fundraising difficulties in order to get to the meat of the story: six men and
a parrot facing death and despair on the high seas.
To
their credit, the filmmakers do attempt to dig a little deeper than just that,
trying to convey the righteous obsession and complicated motivations of the
explorer. Heyerdahl eventually finds his funding after appealing to the vanity
of the Peruvian president, and the film exhibits an ongoing interest in
explorers driven by quests both noble (for knowledge) and vain (for
immortality). Heyerdahl himself is spurred on by a near-religious faith in the
guessed-at methods of the ancient mariners, which that first-mate character
writes off as an insane obsession.
The
more meaningful character explorations never quite coalesce, alas, mostly
because the filmmakers are more interested in — and far more skilled at — the
high-tension thrills they're manufacturing. It's difficult to blame them, given
that their take on the trip is probably far more entertaining than a more
realistic one. As one magazine publisher, reluctant to engage in what he sees
as sensationalism, tells Heyerdahl, "Doubtless the story of Norwegians
drowning in the Pacific will sell a lot of magazines." What's true for
magazines is also true for movie tickets.
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