Finally, that salt documentary you’ve been waiting on. And if that’s not exciting enough, this salt documentary has no narration and very little in terms of plot and dialogue. What better way to kickstart Friday night? My Name is Salt is a beautifully shot enigma, giving away very little explanation into what exactly it’s showing. We follow an Indian family (or perhaps a series of families) embarking on the daunting task of mining salt from the middle of nowhere. They are shown as stoic and
emotionless, seemingly carrying the knowledge and experience passed down generations. It’s only from the scroll at the end of the film that we learn 40,000 families move to this area, spending a staggering 8 months a year on this painstaking work.
It’s a beautiful meditative painting of man’s ability to manipulate nature, not unlike the Italian goat rearing doc Le Quattro Volte. It’s hard to imagine the life depicted in this film as being anything but extraordinarily difficult, but its subjects give little away, the film opting for detachment. It grows on you strangely, whilst not thrilling or sentimental it’s impossible to avoid a great sense of admiration and curiosity. It certainly makes you think about that bag of chips.
Review by David Rank
Running time: 92 mins. Certificate U (UK).