Issue 186 of SOCIALIST REVIEW Published May 1995 Copyright © Socialist Review
Death and the Maiden
Dir: Roman Polanski
It's a reasonable assumption to make that Death and the Maiden will be a successful film. As a play it was widely acclaimed and its Chilean author Ariel Dorfman became a literary celebrity across the world--except in Chile itself.
What is strange about that is the fact that the play/film deals with an experience that is familiar to tens of thousands of Chileans. Its protagonist is a woman who was tortured after the military overthrow of the reformist government of Salvador Allende in September 1973. It is hard to imagine, let alone explain, the savagery with which the new military rulers took their revenge against socialists, trade unionists or anyone who had been active in the movements from below that grew up during the Allende period. Tens of thousands were tortured, murdered or disappeared.
For the next 17 years--until 1990--Chile was governed by the same repressive regime headed by Augusto Pinochet. When an elected government finally returned to Chile, it was led by a man who had helped to engineer the 1973 coup.
The point of giving the background to Death and the Maiden is to emphasise that moral dilemmas cannot be discussed in the abstract. When the woman protagonist recognises her torturer, her reaction is to take revenge and extract from him the confession he tried to tear out of her. Her rage is entirely justified; she does not and cannot forgive. Her husband, a lawyer, counsels her to look at the great ethical and moral issues. Worse, he becomes an accomplice of the doctor/torturer. The key thing, he says, is reconciliation. Her emotion, in his view, is an obstacle to a greater moral purpose--forgiveness, which is a prelude to progress. Small wonder that in Chile these empty abstractions found no resonance.
The play ends as a mirror comes down from the ceiling to allow the audience to look at itself. It's a clever theatrical device, but it has already taken the discussion away from the ground of history and into the realm of individual morality. It is not true that in some general sense we are all guilty for allowing it to happen; Chileans know that. Some did allow it to happen, some colluded in the torture--and some fought back, resisted, or at the very least hated what they saw.
Until 1973 Ariel Dorfman worked in Chile with a team of writers looking at the way in which popular culture shaped attitudes and values. But when he left Chile and went into exile, something curious happened. He continued to write in the US and became something of a spokesman for the Chilean exiles--in fact he became a sort of professional exile. He is an academic, speaks perfect English, is cultured and educated. His novels and writings took the issues of torture, repression and responsibility into an arena of abstractions, of dilemmas resolved in an unidentifiable setting. Widows, a novel, rehearses the confrontation between the torturer and the victim's wife. But it is set in Greece--or somewhere in the region. His latest novel Konfidenz is written for a foreign audience, and set in Europe in 1939. But its occasional references to historical events can't alter the fact that the dialogue is written in a kind of international speak. The result is that the words are just abstractions and all the moral dilemmas posed just experiments in word play.
Dorfman has provided his audience with a safe way to appear to address real moral questions without confronting the bitter and brutal experience that underlines such dilemmas. His credentials as an exile are impeccable and so the catharsis, the harmless and controlled release of emotion, is legitimate and it has no consequences. You don't have to do anything, just glance at yourself briefly in a mirror and go out into the night. And if you did feel emotionally involved at first, you will emerge from Death and the Maiden reassured that all conflict can be reconciled. In the reality of 1995, Hollywood's discovery of Death and the Maiden is deeply suspect. Its message--that reconciliation is the highest moral achievement--is not an abstract question; when the torturers go free, they provide a guarantee to persecutors everywhere that in the end the society will paper over their crimes for fear that the real responsibility of others will be exposed.
Mike Gonzalez
The Silences of the Palace
Dir: Moufida Tlatli
This is a powerful and political film about class society and women's oppression.
Set in Tunisia in 1956, the year independence was won from France, the film centres on Alia, a singer with a beautiful voice. Her story is told in a series of flashbacks to her childhood, spent as the daughter of a servant in the palace of the Beys, the last royal family of Tunisia.
Most of the women servants are also expected to provide sexual favours to the princes. The women are utterly dependent on this situation for the security of their future, and so are completely trapped. Alia's mother is expected to prepare the food for the princes' family and guests as well as dance for them, wash their feet and consent to sex whenever she is asked. As a result she finds herself pregnant. We witness horrifying scenes of this woman drinking concoctions and beating her stomach to bring on an abortion. She eventually dies as a result.
In the meantime, Alia is asked to sing for the princes and we know that she also will be expected to serve them sexually as well.
What begins to change this situation are the events of the outside world. The servants listen with increasing interest to the radio bulletins about the growing struggle for Tunisian independence. We hear about the strikes, the demonstrations and the open singing of nationalist songs. In contrast, upstairs, the princes and their family feel tense and threatened, especially when they hear that the French have opened fire on some of the demonstrators. Their lives have never been challenged in any way by the French colonialists--they were part of the same ruling class. Now these certainties are in doubt.
The parallels between the servitude of the women and pre-independence Tunisia are clearly made. When a curfew is imposed, one of the servants remarks that her whole life has been a curfew, restricted and oppressed. However, as the nationalist struggle grows more intense, the contradictions in the lives of the characters become sharper. Alia is asked to sing at the wedding of a prince's daughter. She begins by singing traditional songs, but then defiantly starts to sing banned nationalist songs. The guests walk out in disgust.
This film shows how struggle on a widespread scale can give people the confidence to begin to shape their own lives. It also makes the point that the liberation of women is tied to the wider struggle and that when the old order is challenged in this way, established sets of ideas are questioned in the process.
Liz Rattue
Blue Sky
Dir: Tony Richardson
Jessica Lange won a well deserved best actress Oscar for her role as Carly Marshall, the irrepressible wife of army scientist Hank (Tommy Lee Jones) in this film. In the early 1960s, the Marshall family are based in Hawaii and Hank is researching the levels of radiation after the army's nuclear testing programme.
Carly, meanwhile, is unable to cope with the stultifying life as a forces wife and has created her own fantasy world, peopled by movie 'sex goddesses' of the 1950s and 1960s. Initially, in her Brigitte Bardot character, her behaviour attracts the attention of Hank's superiors, resulting in the family being transferred to Alabama. A new home means a new character and Carly transforms herself into Marilyn Monroe.
Initially captivating the other army wives with tales of Hollywood screen tests and make up lessons, Carly is told, 'Women like you are the reason men like women in the first place.' But she soon comes to the attention of the base's commanding officer, who arranges for Hank to be sent to the Nevada underground testing sites. There Hank is horrified when a test explosion goes ahead even though two cowboys have strayed into the danger area.
When he tries to make this public and reveal the effects of radiation, he is first pressured to falsify his reports, then threatened with a court martial, and finally committed to the military hospital's psychiatric wing for 'observation'. Enter Carly/Marilyn as a whistle blowing campaigner, fighting to expose military cover ups and, of course, save her man.
Blue Sky (called after the project Blue Sky because you can't see or smell radiation and the skies remain blue) tries to be both a romance and a military/political thriller and doesn't really measure up to the latter.
When Hank attempts to go public over the effects of testing he's told, 'You work for the army, not the Atomic Energy Commission and not Congress,' and army officers discuss using the Cold War and Russian nuclear testing to justify their actions to Congress if necessary.
But this is merely the backdrop to the real drama, the relationship between Carla and Hank and their children (the oldest wants to set up a 'Kids Against Tests' group on the base!). Nevertheless, Tommy Lee Jones does an excellent job as the only person who can understand his wife's manic-depressive mood swings and the fantasy world she inhabits, defending her behaviour against his superior officers even though she is used to frame him and prevent him revealing the effects of nuclear radiation.
Set in a time when all women were expected to be like Doris Day, sexually repressed and wearing pink gingham, Lange's portrayal of the rebellious Carly Marshall is a breath of fresh air.
Liz Wheatley
Hoop Dreams
Dir: Steve James
When the rich and beautiful were doling out Oscars to each other in Hollywood, they sidestepped the documentary Hoop Dreams. It wasn't even nominated for an Oscar.
Over the course of three hours, the film combines straightforward reporting with social comment in a telling reportage of America at work on basketball's playing courts. With deadpan honesty the film follows Arthur Agee and William Gates, two young blacks raised in housing projects in Chicago, and their bitter-sweet battle to become professional basketball players.
Spanning five years of their teenage lives, the film observes them and their families' devoted support; the educationalists salivating at the prospect of luring exceptional hoop players who can consequently promote their schools and colleges; and coaches who swear, curse and cajole their charges.
Hoop Dreams is a succulent film. The pair receive scholarships to majority white high schools. They are sweet talked by school representatives and scouts into believing a sports scholarship at a good university awaits them, that their educational needs are taken care of and that money is no object.
But when Arthur fails to fulfil his initial promise he is dumped and his mother faces hefty school fees. He's forced to leave the school and returns to one in his neighbourhood. 'How can I survive on $268 a month with a family to support?' his mother asks.
'I just hope he stays there', sighs William's mother as he leaves to begin his sports scholarship at Marquette University. The reality for many blacks though is a constant battle over finances and one that finds them doing 'Mac' jobs in burger bars. What promised to be a quick exit from poverty ends up as a cul-de-sac of mounting college debt and a premature end to a degree education.
Harold Wilson