
Green Zone
Directed by Paul Greengrass
2010
There was a flurry of Iraq war movies a couple of years ago. It was quite a boom industry for those of us actors living in Jordan at the time...Redacted, Battle for Haditha, and The Hurt Locker all came to Jordan for a set that resembled the landscape of Iraq.
All of them came with a mission to tell some truth about Iraq….DePalma’s Redacted focused on the impact of the war on US soldiers…he was basically refilming Casualties of War. Broomfield came to blow the lid off the Haditha massacre and came away with a movie that showed why human beings and social order break down in wartime and how military higher ups passed sentence on local Iraqis without a clue as to realities on the ground, or the reality burned into the skulls of inner city kids turned GI Joe. The Hurt Locker, so far as I can tell, had to tell us that defusing bombs in wartime Iraq is a deadly but highly adrenalizing experience.
All three movies tried, and none connected with the bigger picture. While they may have been politically correct in real life, as opposed to the bullshit PC that passes in America for truth, they were the tip of an iceberg. Perhaps, one thought, a film cannot capture the malevolent touch the Iraq war leaves on all involved. Perhaps no one can sum up how degrading and utterly unjustified the war was.
Perhaps……….
Most film critics cringe at the twenty four hour deadline after seeing a new film. Having just survived Green Zone, my fingers itch for the keyboard. Greengrass’s Green Zone is the closest thing to date on film that provides PTSD for any of us unfortunate enough to taste the malignancy of US occupied Iraq.
It’s the first time I felt like giving five or even eight stars in a four star rating scale to any movie, much less any movie about Iraq.
Troops are still in Iraq. Iraqis and Americans and Brits and a slew of others are still dying. If you still give a shit, see this movie.
The first question I cannot answer, offline….how did the filmmakers get into Iraq to film this masterpiece? Or did they? If this is CGI, I am now a convert, since I saw neighborhoods I have been in over the past seven years of war. I saw streets, and statues, and public boulevards I frequented. To Iraq hands, one can point out, without fail……….Karada, Adamiya, or Mansour, as the film moves through the days after the invasion and the political circus made about Weapons of Mass Destruction (WMD).
The fact this movie opens with a jittery, handheld cam view of a WMD Army team searching yet one more site supposed to contain weapons that instigated the war, should tell us something. One naturally expects the movie to veer off topic and try to be objective and show us that war is hell for all involved. You know , hate the war but support the troops bullshit.
Instead? This film follows that logic and shows us what might have been, and shows us that many factions on the US beltway were trying to outdo each other to prove their point, or set up their ideal new Iraqi state, or simply secure oil pipelines. This film – to a US military presence still in Iraq – is a bitch slap in the face which tells us that yes, we were lied to, yes the US government knew it was all lies, and yes, they believed the people of the world were stupid enough to fall for the WMD ploy. Such thinking is usually called megalomaniacal. It’ s called that, because it is. The Neo-Cons really thought they were getting over. Blair thought he was a convincing liar as well.
Fortunately there are movie makers like Greengrass. One hoped his accurate but dependably sellable Flight of United 93 was not a one off, capitalizing on the pain of 911. It wasn’t. His latest effort has to be planted alongside All the Presidents Men and JFK as a brilliant, inspired and necessary part of the whole Iraq war mythos. I admit, it’s the first film in a long time that has shown a CIA operative as one of the good guys, but it works in the telling. In this ‘fictitious’ romp through Iraq, we see a CIA agent pointing out the logical realities of having to recruit the Iraqi military to help restore the nation to peace and some semblance of stability. As the film rolls, we see this as possible, in light of the fact that there had to be people who knew enough in DC to know that the whole Bushie Crusade was a flimsy farce and eventually people would catch on. The villains in this movie are, well, quite close to the real villains. The State Department and Pentagon Bushites that thought no one would notice if the US and her feeble allies simply marched in and took over a country. As the film shows, it seems there are just as many factions on capitol hill as there are in Iraq….that they think a positive bit of press coverage is equal to moral justification, and that these factions do not play well together.
From the journalist used as an invasion, WMD cheerleader, to the Baathist remnants of Saddam’s regime, to the DC weasels and deluded but well meaning Beltway intelligentsia who tried to stop this mess; Green Zone paints a very accurate and very frightening picture of why Iraq today is the way it is, and why so many American kids come home in Uncle Sam’s condoms, also known as body bags.
The film is grainy, fast moving, and full of dark alleys lit only by gunfire and copter beams……it is furiously bilingual and intentionally presented full on without any remedial aids for people who forget the facts and figures of the last seven years. It verges on docudrama, despite the fact that some of the key players in the movie do not actually exist in real life.
Their prototypes do though, and there are too many instances of gooseflesh and sensory overload to make this a comfortable and theoretical piece of cinema. This movie goes for the jugular. And succeeds. From the brilliant casting, to the apparently ‘on location’ shooting, to the politics in the text and subtext, to the overall concept and execution….? I have not seen a film like this in many years.
Unfortunately, it is the middle of the night and things like Imdb and the Net in general are not accessible at the moment, so I will go to press with some things unknown being left unknown. Much like a movie goer. When all is said and done, Green Zone is a masterpiece on all levels and for all I know ? It was filmed in Baghdad. The look is that good. For all I know, some of the characters are real. The movie is based after all upon someones book with the words ‘ Emerald City ‘ in the title. I saw that rolling by in the credits and knew that the book was one that was required reading. So now I have to find that book and read it. The cast……..Matt Daymon as the chief officer in charge and tired of searching WMD sites containing no WMDs, the ‘Wall Street Journal’ journalist who unwittingly helped the Bush War Machine to roll, the CIA agents and the cast of Feds both good and evil are all superb. As are the “Iraqis” who, when required speak in Iraqi Arabic or Classical, as the situation demands……..not the Egyptian Arabic of cheap and sleazy filmmakers assuming audiences don’t know. Perhaps the best acting is seen in the performance of Khalid Abdulla…an Iraqi deputized to translate by a truth driven Daymon to get to the bottom of the mess called Operation Iraqi Freedom. In a couple of moments in the film, it is his caught-between-Iraq-and- a -Hard Place rants that remind us, as the character himself says at a crucial moment in the film:
“You do not control what happens here.”
Would that Mr Abdullas character could go on network television in the US and the UK and remind people of that simple fact. If the Iraq War has touched your life in any real and personal way, Mr Abdulla is the voice of conscience that might just make you tear up as seven years of hindsight kick in.
The Iraqis will determine their so called self-determination at the end of the day. They have to. A supersized thank you to Mr Greengrass for providing a context in which to say just that. And to Mr Abdulla for a gut wrenchingly honest and simple delivery of that same message in his few star turns in the film. In Farid – or “Freddy” as the linguistically bankrupt Americans call him – we see the equivalent of a Greek Chorus…..the periodic insertion of the reality of Iraq, which is and must be, spoken by Iraqis.
Sometimes – and it happens to the best of us – the killing and chaos go on so long that the mind moves to other matters. Perhaps, we think, we should be focusing on helping Afghanistan now that all the news cams are there……perhaps we need to make movies now about Afghanistan, or say……the life of a nuclear physicist in Iran. We live in such a disposable culture. Thankfully not everyone is after the next quick fix. Green Zone may be late on the Iraqi War Top Ten, but it manages to take the title crown in the first round. This is -quite seriously- the most disturbing film I have seen in ages. And only last week I saw Passolini’s SALO for the first time. If you still give a damn about the lies that lead the US to destroy Iraq and the ongoing suffering in that country on all sides, then you owe it to yourself to see this. In spite of some hardcore ‘action’ sequences and big names associated with the project, this movie may just redefine the war movie in general. If Apocalypse Now is the 12 year old scotch of war movies, then Green Zone is Everclear…..pure grain alcohol. To see this movie is to lose your innocence of war movies. Take it from someone who has been to Iraq at war…..cinema doesn’t get any better than this.
I suppose this film might deserve a more weighty title. After all, the Green Zone is the occupied, spy ridden, resort hotel, journalist hideaway that is the most out of touch with the realities of the Baghdad that surrounds it. In a brief but brilliant sequence, we go poolside for a clandestine meeting and the whole farcical notion of running an occupied country from that same green zone is seen for what it is: Imperialist arrogance. The title might just give a wrong impression of what the movie is really about. Unfortunately the only other titles I can think of have been famously taken: Rush to Judgment and How I Came to Stop Worrying and Learned to Love the Bomb…..
I guess ‘Green Zone’ works as a title. It’s less ponderous, less wordy and in today’s sound bite culture, its sexier.
Again….if you still give a shit? See this movie.
Just don’t email me for information on dealing with the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder in the event that this movies take on Iraq’s tragedy has struck too close to the bone. See this movie as a vote for honesty and integrity because the lack of these things has already leeched us of enough humanity. If you ever gave a a shit? See this movie.
6/4 Stars………it’s that good, and doesn’t waste time talking down to us……Cinematically beautiful, and politically necessary.