Archive for the ‘Iraq’ Category

Alhaam: A Film from Iraq — 2005

Saturday, September 3rd, 2011

Alhaam, a movie shot in Iraq in 2004 — during the full catastrophe of the US invasion and related Iraqi insurgencies– is the rawest, hardest to watch movie of war I have ever seen — and I’ve seen many.    Not as tightly plotted or scripted as such American movies as The Hurt LockerFull Metal Jacket or The Thin Red Line  –which are in any case, about Americans in these wars–  the ragged effects of hand-held camera work, the not quite seamless narrative, the sometime loss of control in acting, adds to the chaos of what we are seeing – what they are experiencing.  In American war movies, even if hard-hitting and raw, it is still possible to think — this is not happening; this is a movie.  That’s Sean Penn, or Brad Pitt.  They were on the cover of People this month.  In Ahlaam it is very hard to think any of those things.  Whatever knowledge we retain that the movie has a director and actors it is hard not to believe that this is not a pure documentary of citizens caught in hell.

The film begins on the second day of the infamous  ”Shock and Awe,” air campaign as American explosives light up the sky over Baghdad, scenes most of us are familiar with from the actual days of the bombing, scenes we saw on CNN.  One of the buildings blown to smithereens is an insane asylum.  Through the broken walls and over smoking rubble the terrified inmates escape. The film follows several of them through the streets and back into their lives to show how they came to be there, beneath the bombs.

Alhaam, the lead character – whose name means Hope–  is bubbling and pretty on the days of her engagement.  She and her fiancee meet by the Euphrates and laugh about having their mothers take care of all the children they plan to have.  Her wedding day, with the dancing, ululating family,  is just a day before the bombing.  As she is about to come downstairs for the ceremony, masked Iraqis burst into the house and kidnap her fiancee.  Through most of the film she staggers across the still-being-bombed cityscape trying to find him.

Ali’s story and institutionalization began in 1998, during the earlier bombing of Iraq by US and British forces during Operation Desert Fox.  An easy going soldier, he tries to cheer his best friend, in the army with him, who constantly talks about fleeing Iraq, the army, and the butchery of Saddam Hussein and beginning again in Europe.  During a bombardment the friend is badly wounded and Ali makes a heroic effort to carry him across the desert to get help.  He is eventually arrested by Iraqis, having gone mad and still carrying the corpse of his friend.  He is charged with desertion, and incarcerated.  In the asylum he calls the name of the friend over and over, obsessed with his inability to have saved him.

The third of the major characters is Mehdi, a hard working, diligent medical student who, after passing his board, is rounded up by that Baathists and impressed into the army — because of his father’s communist ties.  It is Mehdi who is in charge of the ruined hospital and leads a desperate search — with Ali in the lead– for those who have escaped and are roaming madly in the madness.

There are some over-the-top moments which might have been more powerful if more understated; even in a movie about chaos and human emotion we seem to have a sense of “over acting.”  The trope of inmates running, or escaping, an asylum as an allegory for the rest of us may be a bit cliched to educated readers, but as the crazed Ahlaam searches for, and occasionally ”sees” her fiancee, when she is raped  by Iraqis who should be the first to help her, when a masked sniper deliberately picks off citizens, including some the inmates struggling back to the hospital any idea of cliche is blown away.  Some of the shots, the image of Ali carrying his friend through the mirage emitting desert comes to mind, are as powerful as any you are likely to have seen in any movie, anytime.

There isn’t much to be cheerful about during the course of the movie; nor in the war, of course.  Mehdi, the doctor is a wonderful portrait of patience and desperation, trying to befriend the terrified inmates, offering them cigarettes to show he means no harm,  carrying one through the swampy mud at the edge of the Euphrates…  Ali, racing around Baghdad often in nothing more than boxer shorts,  becomes the idiot-every man rising out of his personal maddness to help those around him.

Next to the hell of  Alhaam Hieronymus Bosch’s Hell seems almost a cartoon of fanciful symbols, a misleading distraction from the actual hells that humans create.

Mohammed Al-Daradji, the director, is a young Dutch-Iraqi film maker, living  in Europe to avoid persecution from the Baathist regime.  When the war broke out in 2003 he went back wanting to make a film about ordinary Iraqi people. Ahlaam was shot in Baghdad in extremely difficult conditions – not only did he have to work around curfews and electricity cuts but members of his crew were arrested both by insurgents and by the Americans, neither side believing that they were simply making a film.

An interesting interview at Electric Sheep, can be found here.

 

AD: The character of Ahlaam is the one that brought me to the story. In 2003 I was watching the news about the war in Iraq while I was studying for a Master at Leeds University and I saw a reportage about a mental institution in Baghdad and how they were affected by the war. And then I saw Ahlaam – she was talking in a nonsensical way and it really shocked me. I couldn’t sleep that night. I dreamt about Ahlaam, on the street in Baghdad as you saw in the film.

VS: So Ahlaam was a real character?

AD: She was a real character, but I couldn’t meet her when I went to the mental institution in Baghdad two months after I saw the reportage. But I met another character, Ali. She wasn’t called Ahlaam. Ahlaam in Arabic means ‘dreams’. It’s not just about Ahlaam’s dreams but it’s also the dreams of the other characters, Ali’s dreams, Doctor Mehdi’s dreams, the dreams of any Iraqi who’s lived under Saddam’s regime and under the invasion. So for me it was about giving two meanings to the title: it’s the girl, and it’s also the meaning of the word.

 Alhaam was his first full length work, which he followed up with Son of  Babylon, not yet available at Netflix, but in the queue.  It was made under the auspices of Human Film  which also has other note-worth films to its credit, a new style production company like Participant Media, which ties it’s movies into vehicles not for product placement but for social change.

 

Twinned, Human Film & Iraq Al-Rafidain established in 2005, with a goal to seek and explore individual creativity, producing films with a social conscience and impact.
With roots in the east through our bases in Leeds (UK), Rotterdam (NL) and Baghdad (IQ), we are collectively committed to producing innovative, compelling films that entertain, inspire and challenge perceptions, furthering understanding on critical human issues to worldwide audiences through film.

Through our existence, we have the opportunity to share stories that we have a strong personal belief in, and through not applying any language, cultural, political, religious, or any other barriers to our filmmaking practice our work has the potential to affect and inspire.

Over the past 5 years we have successfully completed 3 feature films in Iraq; Ahlaam (2006), Iraq’s official entry for the 2011 Oscars and Golden Globes, Son of Babylon (2010) the recipient of the Berlinale IFF Peace Prize, Amnesty Film Award 2010 and Karlovy Vary’s NETPAC Award and most recently: Iraq, War, Love, God and Madness (2010).

 

You won’t find a more honest, direct and even heroic account of the toll war takes on non-combatants than in this movie.  Ahlaam is a must see, even if you can’t watch some of it.

 

The Devil You Don’t Know: Going Back to Iraq — Zuhair Al-Jezairy

Thursday, June 9th, 2011

Iraq is, in the words of Zuhair al-Jezairy in The Devil You Don’t Know, his memoir/reportage of returning  there after 25 years in exile,  ”a succession of scattered moments. Each new event erases the previous one and consigns it to oblivion.”   At least that is how he saw it  from 2003 when he crossed the border through early 2009 when he finished writing.  The book itself reflects this — a succession of scattered moments.  As he says near the end, about a documentary film project he and a friend took on for a while:  ”the camera hardly knows where to turn.”  There is so much to be seen and captured, held until a time when narratives once again  are able to give shape to the explosion of events.  So it is with his writer’s eye, turning here and there in a whirlwind of impressions, from finding his family home after so many years, to judging the distance of falling mortars while eating with friends.  And, since it is a book about returning it is also a book about memory — what a person, or a building, or their lack, recalls to him from the last time they he saw them.  This is familiar to all of us who have returned to scenes of our youth; it is the stuff of many good memoirs.  Most of us, however, do not return to scenes of unimaginable violence, sectarian warfare and people traumatized by thirty years of terror. Al-Jezairy does.

 

The first half of the book follows the path of his return, geographically, and emotionally.  As a young man Al-Jezairy came of age, along with many of his peers around the world, protesting the U.S. war in Vietnam.  More than that, he was in Jordan and Lebanon during fierce wars in each.   He fled Iraq in 1979 as Saddam Hussein and the Ba’ath party to power with a wave of assassinations, escaping into Jordan with an assumed name and false passport to spend years as in exile. He’s coming back to Iraq on the heels of another U.S. invasion — but about which he has much more divided emotions.

I am divided against myself: against anyone who supports the war (and ready to argue it out almost to the point of blows — how can any person of culture support a war which is destroying his country and killing his people?) And yet, I am against those who oppose the war  (they want to prolong the dictatorship, whether they admit it or not.) (more…)

Saqi Books: History, Fiction and Food from the Middle World

Tuesday, May 31st, 2011

I’ve come across a very lively publisher of Arabic, Farsi and Turkish translations to English, histories of the region, biographies, cookbooks [The Axis of Evil Cookbook!], with a strong emphasis on women, writers and written about.  Saqi Books has offices in San Francisco and London as well as Beirut.

I’ve read Nawal el-Sadaawi’s Two Women in One, and am in the middle of The Devil You Don’t Know, an Iraqi memoir, journalistic reflection of returning to Iraq by Zuhair al-Jezairy.  I recommend them both.

AFSANEH: Short Stories by Iranian Women looks particularly intriguing.

“Whether negotiating often-treacherous paths through political and religious upheavals or threading their way through dreams and fantasies, the characters in these stories are vivid and compelling enough to challenge and surprise anyone unfamiliar with Iranian life and literature. Simin Daneshvar, perhaps the most renowned Iranian woman writer of all time, has as a recurring theme in her stories the oppressive atmosphere prevailing in Iran during the last two decades before the Islamic Revolution of 1979. Goli Taraqqi’s stories are populated with sick, desperate people who lead lonely lives suffused with fear. The Shemiran Bus and A House in Heaven are virtuoso works of hers, and probably two of the best examples of contemporary prose in Iran. In the words of one critic: ‘If Taraqqi had not written anything but these stories, she would still be regarded as first-rate amongst Iranian writers.’ Others include Shahrnoosh Parsipour, Moniroo Ravanipour, Mahshid Amirshahi, Fereshteh Sari, and Fereshteh Molavi.”

As does Sufism and Surrealism, by the well known Syrian-Lebanese poet, Adonis.

Save a space in your summer reading for at least one writer from the mysterious Middle– neither East nor West but the heart of the great caravan routes from Acre to Cairo, Istanbul to Samerkand.  Learning more about water on the moon is fine.  We also need to learn about lives in the lands we so easily ignore.

Contemporary Iraqi Fiction

Monday, April 25th, 2011

A book of contemporary writers from Iraq should be a welcome corrective to the bias our current notions of Iraq have created for us. Certain grand categories would just about cover what we know: cradle of civilization, vicious dictator, religious sectarianism, Shiite fundamentalism, covered women, hot…   Another sentence or two would exhaust the knowledge of many.

A world interlinked by trade and divided by war has not become a place of much common knowledge of each other.  This would simply be a pity and lost opportunity if ignorance of each other didn’t create great vats of ignorance into which we fall, either by assuming our own preeminence and their unimportance, our centrality and their peripherality, our normalcy, their irrationality.  Such presumptive ignorance has been a curse on mankind from Alexander the Great (Butcher) to the latest U.S. interventions in  countries far from itself, in geography, population and weapons capability; nor should lesser savagery be forgotten, from the Congo and Rwanda to Sri Lanka and Chechnya.  While those who know each other well may still storm to slaughter — cousins wars, they say, are the most savage– we can’t but hope that the stronger our image of their humanity is, the more difficult to reduce them to insects and vermin that need extermination.

Given the last 30 years of Iraq, beginning, say with the Iran-Iraq war in 1980, life in the country was been a virtual hell for many.  It’s a wonder anyone has been able to write anything other than death lists and prayers.  But writing there has been, and from a wide assortment of writers; some born in the 1930s, some in the 1950s, men and women, Muslim, Jewish and Catholic.  Many offered in Contemporary Iraqi Fiction from Syracuse Press, edited and translated by Shakir Mustafa, are in exile in Germany, the U.S. Israel and England.  A few were still in country at the time of the final edit.

Many of the stories included reflect in some way or another the trials of these years, whether of one of the wars, directly, or the penury and hunger caused by the twelve year embargo/blockade , or by exile — its loneliness and yet, resolution: this is what must be.

Of those offered the story that will remain with me the longest I think is an ironic fantasy of a man who has traveled the world seeking a home, being tossed out of one country after another.

Ibrahim Ahmed’s (b 1946) The Arctic Refugee opens with this promising paragraph:  (more…)

The Long Way Back by Fuad al-Takarli: A Novel from Iraq

Sunday, April 17th, 2011

The ascension of Saddam Hussein to the peak of Iraqi power began in 1958 when a coup led by Brigadier General Abdul Karim Qassim overthrew the Hashemite monarchy which had been held together by British military power. Qassim lasted only as long as February 1963 when he was overthrown by General Ahmed Hasan al-Bakr,  a leading member of the Ba’th Party.  He, and the Party, were overthrown in turn, but came back to power in 1968, from which time Hussein began to make his rise. [The United States, by the way, supported the Ba'thists,  as being most aligned with its interests -- secular, and anti-communist.]

The Long Way Back, an important Iraqi novel, a familial saga — taking place  within a few square blocks in Baghdad, and with links to Baquba– by Fuad al Takarli, [1980, translation 2001 by Catherine Cobham] takes place in the year leading up to the 14 Ramadan [February '63] coup.  In fact, it and the life of a key character, end during the shelling of the neighborhood; the life of another character had virtually ended a few months earlier with her rape by a Ba’thist uniformed cousin.

Perhaps “saga” is too grand a word for the interweaving lives of four generations of mostly women and their off-spring, who for one reason or another are all living together in a fairly large, though not elegant house in the Bab al-Shaykh nighborhood of Baghdad.  It is headed up by Nuriya, also called Bibi by the youngest, the daughter of great grandmother Um Hassan who querulously calls for her meals, along with Safiya, the elder sister of her son-in-law, Nuriya’s husband Abu Midhat.  With this older generation are gathered the three grown children of Nuriya and Abu Midhat, one of whom, Madiha, is separated from her husband Husayn and has with her two daughters, Sana and Suha. The eldest son is Midhat and the youngest, Karim.  Visiting for several months is  Nuriya’s sister, Najaya and her single, lovely daughter Munira.   Munira is thus the cousin of Madiha’s children and –as Arabic society allowed in 1963– the object of longing and possible marriage to two of the brothers.  The making of an intricate web of actions, fears, desires, and as, in most Middle Eastern familes, plenty of advice, pressure, disapproval and minute keeping track of daily activites is set, to tighten and sometimes break in its telling.

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Republican Who Knows

Saturday, June 30th, 2007

“Every time a soldier from Oregon dies in the Iraq war, Senator Gordon Smith calls up the mother or surviving spouse, and commiserates. His son killed himself four years ago, he tells them. He knows what it’s like to lose a boy.

He has made this call 103 times. Inevitably, after the tears and the awkward pauses, they ask him this question about their lost loved one in Iraq: was it worth it?

“I wish I could tell them what they want to hear,” said Senator Smith, a Republican. “I wish I could tell them something else. I say, ‘I hope history proves me wrong, but…’ ” and then he trails off. ”

Timothy Egan on Understanding the War

Blackwater Cruelties

Friday, June 15th, 2007

There is a special place in hell reserved for Erik Prince, Blackwater’s directors and their family valued republican lawyers, Fred F. Fielding, currently counsel to the President of the United States, Joseph E. Schmitz, formerly the Inspector General at the Pentagon, Kenneth Starr, famed prosecutor in the Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky scandal.

Raleigh, NC – The families of four American security contractors who were burned, beaten, dragged through the streets of Fallujah and their decapitated bodies hung from a bridge over the Euphrates River on March 31, 2004, are reaching out to the American public to help protect themselves against the very company their loved ones were serving when killed, Blackwater Security Consulting. After Blackwater lost a series of appeals all the away to the U.S. Supreme Court, Blackwater has now changed its tactics and is suing the dead men’s estates for $10 million to silence the families and keep them out of court.


Blackwater Suing Families of Dead

The familes could use financial help here.

Perhaps any acquaintances of yours who think war is a great, first choice solution to conflict, or who think they know all about patriotism, would be interested to know about Blackwater and its treatment of the families of the gruesomely slain….