In an age when virtual reality headsets are, if not common, at least accessible to gear heads and gamers, watching a 3-D movie feels a little quaint. In its gimmicky heyday, 3-D was a lark. You laughed at yourself for suddenly ducking at, say, a snake that came hissing out of the screen. More recently, filmmakers have turned to 3-D to enhance the moviegoing experience: Martin Scorsese’s “Hugo,” Alfonso Cuarón’s “Gravity.” With films like these, you’re seeing into a world inside the screen, rather than being poked by it.
But for the most part, 3-D — often added after the film is shot in regular old 2-D — has been a way to sell a more expensive movie ticket. Yet occasionally it adds a dimension (so to speak) to a movie that expands its possibilities and reinforces its explorations.
The first great contemporary 3-D film I ever saw was “Pina,” Wim Wenders’s 2011 tribute to the German choreographer Pina Bausch, with her company, Tanztheater Wuppertal, as its cast. Less a biographical documentary than a vibe, “Pina” used 3-D to give the viewer the feeling of a front-row seat to some of Bausch’s most famous works, performed in unusual architectural and natural spaces. I’ve seen a number of the same works performed onstage, but I sometimes forget that I wasn’t technically there for the dances in the film because my brain reacted the way it does when I’m in the audience for a live performance.
Wenders must have liked making “Pina,” because he finds a natural register with his latest 3-D artist documentary, “Anselm.” He is not the first to make a film about the German artist Anselm Kiefer, who brings a poetic impulse out of the filmmakers who train their cameras on him. In her 2011 documentary “Over Your Cities Grasses Will Grow,” Sophie Fiennes crafted a gliding, observational portrait of the artist at work at La Ribaute, his atelier-estate in southern France. The first 20 minutes or so of that film consist of smoothly shot footage flowing through the many tunnels and halls on the grounds. It’s a bit like watching a dance, with Kiefer as principal in a duet with his work.
By contrast, there’s a bit more of Kiefer’s history and thought threaded throughout “Anselm.” Those who know little of his work will find enough to stitch together an understanding of his import in the art world and beyond.
Those scenes are not marked by dialogue — in fact, there’s very little dialogue at all in “Anselm,” though half-heard phrases are breathily whispered by voices meant to represent the women in his sculptures “Die Frauen der Antike” (Women of Antiquity) and “Les Femmes Martyres.” The re-enactments are woven together with contemporary footage of the artist at work in his cavernous studio, so big that he uses a bike to get around.
Kiefer’s foundation, which maintains La Ribaute, is named Eschaton, a word that refers to the end of the world — in biblical terms, the final act of God in the human era. Whatever your spiritual inclinations, the word is evocative of not just a spiritual event, but a physical one: a world in flames, oceans rising and history meeting its end.
This is why “Anselm” is so splendid as a 3-D film. (You can watch it in 2-D, and it’s good, but if 3-D is available, don’t skip it.) You feel the heat of the torch, the texture of the paint, the straw, the stone. And indeed, the stuff of the world carries the memories we’d prefer to forget or suppress. Buildings and landscapes and statues and the yellowing pages of books testify to what we do to one another, generation after generation. A film like “Anselm” is another level of preservation as well as a contemplative experience, in which the past and the future meet, in a way we can feel as much as see.
The film ends with the child Anselm and the adult Kiefer walking through the same spaces: the Doge’s Palace in Venice, where the artist exhibited last year, and his childhood home and bedroom. We’re there with him, viscerally, letting history enter our senses. What wounds him is permitted to wound us, too.