UNDERGROUND ORCHESTRA, THE
Thursday, April 1 1999
At first, you're swept away by the sheer artistry of these street musicians. Like the Algerian, a musician himself in a Paris orchestra, who pauses on the street to tell a countryman how well he plays a native instrument, you're surprised to find such talented people on street corners and subway platforms, and at street fairs. When Honigmann asks them why they emigrated to Paris, you're struck by the dignity of these survivors--none of them is bitter. Even when the African singer alludes to the racism that prevents her from finding a better apartment, or that marginalizes her talent, she does so without a trace of anger. She's doing better in Paris than she would be in her native country; she's able to make a living doing what she loves best. A violinist from Sarajevo admits to being a deserter, and to encouraging his brother, who's also a musician, to desert and seek political asylum in France. What he doesn't say about the army or the circumstances of his desertion speaks more loudly than anything he admits to feeling as a political refugee. A cellist from another former Eastern Bloc country talks about not being able to find steady work in Paris but staying there so that his son, a violinist, can get a good musical education.
Honigmann's great achievement in this beautifully scored film is to place us squarely in the experience of exile. Most of the people she portrays in The Underground Orchestra arrived in France not speaking the language and not knowing a soul. Many were forced to leave their countries, like Argentinian pianist Miguel Angel Estella (the film fails to identify him by name),


