Sometimes you get a sharp reminder of the power and the danger of cinema. I went to a screening last night of a film called The President. It was directed by exiled Iranian Mohsen Makhmalbaf (best known for making the disturbingly brilliant Kandahar, just months before 9/11).
The film itself began in a blaze of light â literally. A car pov through the streets of a nameless capital of a ruthless dictatorship (actually Tbilisi), all shot at night with overhanging streetlights so dense the scene looked like a journey through a tunnel of candyfloss. What follows, after a beautifully cinematic scene with the dictator and his grandson, is the accelerated collapse of his regime into bloody chaos.
The clever conceit of the film is that the dictator and his grandson then have to flee through the rubble of his own country, so that he becomes a terrified witness to the destruction and misery heâs imposed over the years. It ends in a way that echoes the fate of certain dictators recently in the Middle East.
Makhmalbaf himself is an interesting character. He left school at the age of eight and taught himself film â and did the same with his own children, who all left at the same age and have been home-taught by him just to be filmmakers.
Makhmalbaf was a member of a militant group opposed to the Shah, and shortly before the Ayatollahs took over in 1979 he stabbed a policeman and was sentenced to death. (He was freed in the immediate aftermath of the revolutiion.) In the film Kandahar, in an act of reconciliation, he hired as a lead actor someone whoâd murdered a dissident at the Ayatollahsâ behest.
Unsurprisingly, Makhmalbafâs life since has been one of exile â first in Afhghanistan, where his film sets were blown up by Iranian secret police and a crew member killed, then in Paris where constant death threats meant he needed 24-hour bodyguards, and finally in London.
At the screening itself, after a few softball questions, someone grabbed the mic and began loudly denouncing him. It quickly became clear that those responsible were there in some âofficialâ capacity, presumably at the behest of the Iranian regime. Given the threats and attacks heâs been subject to in the past, and that my wife and I were sat just along from these lunatics, it was a distinctly uncomfortable experience.
But it all goes to reinforce, outside the Hollywood bubble, how deeply subversive and challenging cinema can be. Thank goodness.
Do see the film/movie/picture if you can. Itâs terrific.