Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail

September 11th, 2006 by finalcutfilms

We have heard studios and filmmakers whining for years that cinema is in a great decline, box office receipts are down, “they don’t make them like they used to” and all original ideas have already been regurgitated. Well, fear not, because I have a feeling that by time this year is out, we will have witnessed some powerful pieces of cinema from some truly talented filmmakers.

Beginning with De Palma’s The Black Dahlia and Alfonso Cuaron’s Children of Men this month, films which promise intelligent, high-brow scripts with strong performances and note-perfect direction, they should start to usher in the fabled “awards season”. Following on from these films, we have Babel to look forward to, Innaritu’s return to the director’s chair since 2003’s mesmerising 21 Grams; it may feature Brad Pitt (who is desperately trying to gain some credibility), but reviews have been glowing and I can’t wait to see how Guillermo Arriaga weaves a story of death and redemption once again. After seeing The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada in recent days (utterly fantastic, and a superb companion piece to Brokeback Mountain…seriously), I am convinced that this Mexican screenwriter is one of the best talents working today.

At the end of the year, and spilling over into 2007 (damn US-UK delays), we have Marty’s hopeful return to form with The Departed after the dismal Aviator. I have a lot more respect for DiCaprio these days, and I have always liked Matt Damon, so I hope these two stars can pull something palpable and electric out of the hat. But, AMPAS, please don’t give Marty an Oscar just for the sake of it…wait a few years, let him make his masterpiece (he still has it in him, Taxi Driver and Goodfellas aside). Still talking of DiCaprio, I’ve heard very good things about Edward Zwick’s latest, The Blood Diamond, and I personally am looking forward to some sharp satire with Robin Williams’ Man of the People and Sacha Baron Cohen’s Borat: Cultural Learnings to Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan.

Let us not forget next year’s Oscar frontrunner, Flags of Our Fathers. Directed by a two-time Academy Award winner, penned by an Academy Award winner, a film focusing on war and unity at a time when America is sliced into fragments of confusion and chaos…it might just pull some heartstrings and turn some heads. The trailer looks a little bit too kitschy for my liking - and I think Clint has liberally borrowed from the Spielberg’s Saving Private Ryan - but one must not judge a big studio release from an overblown trailer. Right?

But, the film I am positively slavering to see is none other than Darren Aronofsky’s The Fountain. It might, just might, become this generation’s 2001. Here’s hoping…

‘Syriana’: a modern analysis of Arabic society

September 11th, 2006 by finalcutfilms

Stephen Gaghan’s Syriana is a film about oil in the same way that Traffic was a film about drugs. Both films, however, manage to use one singular issue to dissect something far greater – the state of modern American society and the people contained within. Gaghan, who wrote the script for Soderbergh’s Traffic and here makes his directorial debut with Syriana, is interested not in the religious or fundamentalist issues but instead in the culmination of several extenuating factors that can turn people from mild-mannered citizens into something far worse. Just like Traffic, Syriana contains multiple storylines which converge to form a true representation of both the Middle East and the Americans who manipulate its future through business dealings and intelligence operations. It would be somewhat clichéd to dub Syriana a “political thriller”, but it is indeed both of those things. Based on a book by disgruntled CIA officer Robert Baer, the politics within the film are genuine and well-researched: from oil company mergers to powerful energy analysts, and from disgruntled CIA officers to manipulated Muslim boys, the issues are painted with confidently-defined strokes and Gaghan is wise enough to never preach. He presents information with little commentary, something which led some audiences to feel alienated by the film’s relatively-complex plot – however, in terms of realistic portrayals of complicated socio-political issues, he has excelled.

But this film is not all about the script. It is a film inherently invested in the Middle East and it therefore becomes vital to realistically capture this region of vast historical and cultural wealth. A shoddy portrayal of the area, or a combination of naïve stereotypes, would destroy the film’s integrity. However, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that Gaghan has indeed done his research and his gently-probing camerawork begins to unravel the rich cultural tapestry with aplomb. Small details are captured perfectly: like the abundance of Pakistani workers who are used by the Arabs as little more than slave labour, and the way in which the Islamic schools trap impressionable young boys by offering them fine food (in this case, ironically, they offer the staple Western diet: french fries), and a place where their views and concerns are seemingly entertained. But, Syriana also showcases the natural beauty of the Middle East – blue-tinged sunsets, vast masses of sand, crisp white dishdashas and the thriving throng of people who amass around the ports.

It would be wrong to assume, however, that the film is a criticism of the Middle Eastern way of life. Yes, there are characters who dabble with Islamic fundamentalism but this is driven by a complete lack of direction in their lives – they have no job, no house, and no hope. But, Gaghan is intelligent enough to show there are fundamentalist Americans – here represented by zealous oil tycoons, siphoning money away from consumers and straight into their back pockets. The Western world produces fundamentalists who use capitalism as their weapons, whilst the Islamic world uses religion as theirs. Likewise, the Americans are shown as a cunning people who – as most people now know – want to rule the world as they see fit. They want to dictate the price of oil just as the CIA wants to choose the next emir of a Gulf state. The film shows that this behaviour is destined to lead to a violent clash of cultures.

“Syriana” is a term used by Washington think-tanks when discussing a hypothetical reshaping of the Middle East. With this film, we witness various characters attempts at reshaping their environment with varying intents and purposes. Bob Barnes (an Oscar-winning George Clooney) is a veteran CIA officer with extensive field experience; he is one of Washington’s men in the Middle East who is tasked with controlling the illegal arms trade. He soon becomes disgruntled at the increased levels of politicisation at the higher echelons of the agency – he wants to track down a rogue missile but is instead assigned seemingly-pointless bureaucratic tasks. In order to make a difference, he returns to the field in an attempt to assassinate Prince Nasir (the wonderful Alexander Siddig), the supposed heir to an oil-rich Gulf state who is – perhaps wrongfully – distrusted by the U.S. government. After witnessing Western culture first-hand, Nasir wishes to create a more liberal, parliamentary system which would service his people and liberate all four corners of his kingdom. The CIA, however, deems it necessary to keep a regime in place which services American oil interests and not the interests of the Arabic people.

Meanwhile Nasir has hired American energy analyst Bryan Woodman (Matt Damon in fine form) to improve his kingdom’s economic performance. Woodman is fighting against his own demons, much like the Pakistani migrant workers who start to turn towards fundamentalism in a bid to find some meaning in their lives. Back in the USA, the Department of Justice hires attorney Bennett Holiday (played by the underrated Jeffrey Wright) to investigate the possible anti-trust implications of a merger between oil giants Connex and Killen, the self-created 23rd largest economy in the world.

There are, however, certain elements which are worth criticising. It has been well publicised in recent months that George Clooney is a prominent liberal, a passionate Democrat (with a big D) who, fifty years ago, would have been labelled a prominent anti-American by the same Senator who Clooney chastised in Good Night, and Good Luck. It seems that Clooney’s political views have seeped into Gaghan’s screenplay as Syriana amounts to a collection of statements and questions that could clearly be labelled “anti-American”. Corporations are evil, the CIA is an out of touch political puppet and capitalism breeds terror. But, this simplistic interpretation aside, there is certainly compelling evidence to support this theory. The oil company executives, most notably Chris Cooper’s “Jimmy” Pope, are imposing, lecherous creatures; the Islamic terrorists, meanwhile, are portrayed as merely misguided.

Political criticism aside, Gaghan has captured his desired themes very well indeed, something which is aided greatly by the film’s exemplary acting – from the underused Christopher Plummer as a sceptical Washington lawyer to Clooney in sensational form. However, with a film like this it is essential to bear in mind that all concerns and questions are subjective. Some are undeniably-balanced and true to life whilst others are questionable. Just like classics such as All the President’s Men, Syriana is inspired by recent political developments and it wishes to make a statement criticising the methods of a particular administration and its policies. The film provides vital food for thought and the discussions that it inevitably fuels serve an important purpose in today’s world. It might be occasionally biased but the film’s passion is undeniable.


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