By James Bowman on 3.9.06 @ 12:02AM
Actually, the makers of this bonkers of a movie bomb aren't sorry at all.
Boy, does the Penn family have a strong line in psycho nut jobs
with an interest in politics! First Sean Penn gives us Sam Byck,
the would-be assassin in The Assassination of Richard
Nixon, and now, in Jeff Stanzler's Sorry, Haters,
Robin Wright Penn gives us Phoebe Torrance, who makes the pathetic
loser and apprentice maniac Sam look like Hubert Humphrey. Or
perhaps Judge John Sirica who took down Nixon in a more socially
acceptable fashion. Phoebe is crazy in a much more dangerous and,
it must be said, rather more fascinating way. How are you going to
top this one, Sean? The trouble is that she is also crazy in a
completely unbelievable and, indeed, quite ludicrous way.
For there is a reason why nothing like the events represented in
this film has happened in real life, and it isn't that the mentally
ill segment of our population just hasn't got around to it yet.
Acts of terrorism are political acts. They are not the work of
sociopaths, however reassuring it might be to think so, but of
people who have a political point of view, however misguided, which
they are determined to act upon. This determination arises not out
of psychotic delusion but out of the stone cold sober judgment of a
more or less large political faction based in the Islamic world
that we in the United States, merely by existing and living our
lives according to liberal principles, are their enemies. Any film
which doesn't recognize this and which portrays terrorism as
something else amounts to a trivialization of a serious
subject.
Phoebe is an accountant with a television production company in
New York who one night gets into a cab driven by Ashade Mouhanna
(Abdellatif Kechiche), a French-speaking Syrian immigrant whose
brother is being detained -- quite without any justification, of
course -- at Guantanamo. He tells her his story, and she offers to
help him find legal assistance to get his brother out of detention.
The set-up looks familiar, and we think we're getting one type of
movie -- probably yet another polemic against the Bush
administration's "War on Terror" -- when in fact we're getting
quite another. Ashade remains all that the polemical movie could
want him to be -- innocently persecuted, sympathetic, utterly
opposed to terrorism -- but Phoebe doesn't become the
representative of understanding, tolerant, caring liberalism that
we expect her to be. On the contrary, she constantly
reveals herself to be more and more alarmingly unbalanced until the
shocking climax when she herself -- caution, spoiler alert! -- is
prepared to commit an act of terrorism for which she means Ashade
to take the blame.
There is a certain meretricious cinematic charm in this portrait
of a psychopath where we weren't expecting one, but it is achieved
only at the expense of rendering irrelevant the rest of the stories
the film has to tell. I am perfectly certain that there are among
us good Arabs, like Ashade, in plenty, but they have nothing to
tell us about the terrorism engaged in by the bad ones -- who don't
appear in this film and presumably don't exist except as something
people are foolishly frightened about. And it's not only poor
Ashade and his family who are reduced to mere victims of Phoebe's
mania but also Phoebe's boss (Sandra Oh), pathological jealousy of
whom is what seems to have turned her wits. I am particularly cross
with Mr. Stanzler for making the luminous Elodie Bouchez, who plays
Ashade's Canadian sister-in-law, a mere footnote to crazy Phoebe's
pathography.
The War on Terror and Islamic fanaticism are the great
international and political issues of our time and will be for
years to come. Here they are made into nothing more than the
backdrop to the story of a twisted -- and Western -- individual.
Or, to put it another way, there is a lot to be said on both sides
about the "clash of civilizations," and it badly needs saying by
artists and film-makers as well as by pundits and politicians. But
any such discussion is short-circuited by the not-so-subtle
suggestion that it's all just a matter of the abnormal psychology
of the odd fantasist and outsider.
topics:
Television, Islam, Law, Oil