Two things:
1) To those that care - I have finally managed to see the newest
Star Trek. That is all.
2) I finally managed to see
Waltz With Bashir.
I don't believe I will ever see a more beautiful movie about mass murder.
Visually, this movie is more than I would have expected. People have gotten pretty good at making movie trailers - I'd argue they are usually better than the movie itself.
Waltz with Bashir's trailer hits all the right notes for me: Great musical intro, arresting visuals, exotic war setting - and a bit of a mystery, defined by the filmmaker himself in the voice over:
After the 1982 invasion of Lebanon, I lost my memory. Now in order to remember, I am looking for those who can never forget.
The animation style of this movie is unlike any movie I've seen. Persepolis has a similar flow, but the realism in
Bashir is really seductive. Their lighting effects, zooms and panning will doubtless show up in countless imitators.
Waltz does something new - at least for me.
The story is largely based on interviews with veterans of the Lebanon war. You are introduced to a person being interviewed in the present day and then the animation gradually illustrates their story.
Lebanon was a genuine failure for Israel - and it's clear that it is haunting them in the way that national failures do. One of the roles art is truly suited for is broaching painful subjects that, brought up any other way, are too offensive to discuss. People can engage with the art, which will then withdraw until the intended topic dominates the conversation. A useful trap.
Bashir is up front about where it is headed. This is about the Sabra and Shatila massacres.
On September 16, 1982 Phalangist militias, benefiting from either Israeli aid or Israeli apathy moved into two Palestinian camps and spent three days raping and killing anyone they got their hands on.
It has become almost a cliché to describe mass murder using the phrase "killing men, women and children," but those are the only words available. And they are of course inadequate. They didn't just kill young boys, they filled alleys chest deep with them. They killed babies, young girls, and pregnant women. Estimates of the number of dead are fiercely debated but run from 300 to over 3,000.
Sabra and Shatila are the ultimate destination of
Waltz With Bashir, which is only fitting. An event like that cannot be a backdrop, or mere backstory.You are going there and
Bashir labors long to make the experience gripping and visually appealing. As cinematic spectacle,
Bashir's many vignettes are an amazing experience.
The combat sequences have an intensity that rival
Saving Private Ryan - where you wince when bullets smack the pavement.
As pure storytelling, however
Bashir falters. It succeeds in luring you to the scene of an unimaginable crime - and then it leaves you there. It was likely the filmmaker's intent all along - but to simply stop at the camps makes the story seem unfinished.
Perhaps that is the larger point - but having been swept up in the rest of the film - I don't feel it was out of place to hope for more.
Worth seeing, though.