Gunfire and Rocket Propelled Grenades, f’real.
- Remembering “how it was,” “the good old days,” “before”… rizkallaaah.
- Constructing ever more elaborate ways to distinguish themselves from each other & the rest of the region: Would You Download A “Lebanese Keyboard”? (via @plus961)
- Coping. Making light of serious matters. Finding a peculiar pleasure in saying “welcome to Lebanon” when sh*t goes down.
Care to add any of your own?
I was very curious about this film, as the kinds of people whose opinions I respect seemed to be divided between those who really, really loved it and those who thought it was utter crap; the kind of thing that happened with Avatar (which, for the record, I went in expecting to hate but ended up quite liking).
I found it enjoyable overall, but perhaps it would have been more so had there been less buzz around it, as I may have expected too much (either epic win or epic fail, when really, it was just pleasant). I found its supposed complexity overstated, as the structure of nested realities/multiple dreamscapes was not THAT mindblowing; it’s cool, but not more.
The worst part for me was that for a film so focussed on psychic “depth”, there was little of it to be found in the characters. I could not empathize with any of them, as I didn’t really get a chance to really know them, or invest emotionally in them. The whole plot zoomed by like under dream-logic in itself, which might be some teenagers’ idea of a filmic “twist” (no doubt some will interpret the final gimmick as such, though that interpretation hardly coheres given the film’s own diegetic logic), yet I watch films to feel something. Maybe I would have thought otherwise had I seen Inception as a teen; high concept was enough to thrill me back then, but not anymore.
Don’t get me wrong, there were several strong scenes where the editing, music & acting helped evoke some emotions, but even these rang hollow within the story arc as a whole, making them seem more like gestures of plot than an actual progression of one.
I want to share one particular anecdote from the theater though: after the parallel-edited scene between Youssef’s tumbling van & Arthur’s fight in the hotel, a guy in the audience let out an audible sound of impressed relief, and several people then started clapping (this sometimes happens in Lebanese cinemas, but usually at the end, or after a major climax). I found this especially poignant given the structural/psychic connections between the two realities on screen; the audience’s affective response metaphorically meshed our reality with the scaffolding of realities on screen. This lucky metaphor became even more ‘blatant’ when, after the clapping subsided, Youssef turns around and asks his companions: “Did you see that?”, seemingly echoing the audience’s own impressed feelings with the situation.
I also really liked the score. lol
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Jalal Toufic, Undeserving Lebanon, endnote 34
I been here so long my heart is a parking lot
Hollow feet rooted to the spot
But the fields are beyond belief
From the tower out to where I can see
Language City don’t mean a thing to me
thinks, instead of being content, like nature, to lead to thought.’ But the poet learns that what is essential is outside of thought, in what forces us to think” (Proust and Signs, p. 95). As a poetic thinker and as a contemporary Arab, I find these Deleuze words problematically thought-provoking. What is the conscious or unconscious expectation of many—certainly not of Deleuze—in “Developed” regions of the world regarding its “Underdeveloped” regions? It is for the latter to be thought-provoking but fail to think what is thought-provoking, leaving it to others in the “Developed” regions of the world to think it. Arabs as well as others who belong to “Underdeveloped” regions should undo this division of labor. Set against such a reductive expectation, it is all the more fitting for an Arab as well as for someone who hails from other
“underdeveloped” regions of the world to be a poetic thinker rather than a poet. But irrespective of such a context, generally: more important than the philosopher, for example Hegel, and the poet, for example Hugo, is the poetic thinker, for example Nietzsche, Kierkegaard, Blanchot, one whose thinking about his or her mortality, poems, films (for example Coen Brother’s Barton Fink), and the abominable historical conditions in which he or she happens to be living, i.e. about what gives food for thought, about what is thought-provoking, is itself thought-provoking, gives food for thought."
— Jalal Toufic, Undeserving Lebanon, endnote 22
While trying to find some info about a certain video (more in a bit, let’s pace this story), I stumbled on this picture of Mounir Maasri in the Lebanese film Garo. I saw this screened a few years ago as part of a sideshow to Beirut’s annual European Film Festival; I’m guessing this was the one in 2003. The point of the auxiliary screenings, of course, was to bring younger audiences in contact with their film heritage, and so clearly, the theater was full of hipsters and film students; your typical Hamra-slash-Gemmeyze crowd.
As the quirky action film progressed, it was becoming obvious that everyone was trying their best to suppress their giggles. Finally, at one specific moment I believe was not too far from the shot depicted above, no-one could hold it any longer and the whole theater erupted in laughter. Wild, teary whooping laughter. And it was the greatest moment I’d ever shared with cinema-goers in my life. Seriously, it was really something.
Of course, I felt utter joy at our mutual recognition of the garbage being served to us as our heritage, but this was punctuated with bouts of melancholy and guilt over the lost naivete.
This was a pre-war film after all.
Which brings me back to the point being: is it possible that the ‘Agression and Resistance’ mentioned in Maasri’s filmography is the same as the ‘Liban: Agression et Resistance’ produced by the Lebanese Forces after the siege and massacre of Tal el Zaatar? Could he have written & directed this film featuring Bashir Gemeyel on his “drowning” among the Arabs?
I really have no clue. Any information anyone might have would be appreciated.
Beirut/NTSC is shocked to find an old swastika under the paint of a building in Ashrafieh.
But why do you always act surprised?
This was seen in Ashrafieh:

As was this:

Oh wait, let me go take a picture of sa7et Sassine for you.. BRB
A tweet from the Lebanese American University’s official account. LAU is the only Lebanese university (as far as I know) that’s on twitter. I submit without comment.





Shots from around the Beirut Art Center.
‘Witness’ by Mona Hatoum, from the eponymous exhibition at the Beirut Art Center.
As seen at Mona Hatoum’s Witness exhibit, currently at the Beirut Art Center.










