Harald Zwart's THE 12TH MAN (2017)

 

We've all been cold, but have we cut our toes

Right off our feet 'gainst gangrene, started when

They froze in winter seawater, then snows

That buried us for days? I haven't been

Quite there. Nor have I been a hero, passed

Around a nation like a living prize

That everyone's decided is their last

Best hope for freedom. Jesus, though, those eyes.

Throughout Jan Baalstrud's journey as portrayed

By Thomas Gullestad, now clear, now red

Like nothing should be red, from snow glare, stayed

With me for hours. There are sights to dread,

But also thrills to have, as when, at speed

A reindeer drags him racing in his need!

Thor Heyerdahl's KON-TIKI (1950)

Though all is black and white, the contrast low
It's not for artfulness one watches this
A diary on film of how we know
For certain now, 'twas Incas first to kiss
The many islands. Nothing's unexplained.
And while the style is hokey to us now
(A narrator with all the facts, restrained
And clipped, with dotted lines on maps), it's how
They did all this at all that makes this piece
A triumph. And while all is shown in greys
A parrot steals the show! Sure, without cease
Its viewers at the time spent all their days
In wishing they could do what these six men
Had done, despite the troubles now and then.