Country: Mauritania
Title: Timbuktu
(2014)
The film is set during the 8-month occupation of
Timbuktu, Mali by Ansar Dine, a militant Islamic movement associated with ISIL.
They impose sharia, an extremely strict set of laws that includes the banning
of music, singing and sports, forcing women to completely cover their bodies,
and levying heavy punishments like lashings and stonings for violations.
The
local population, unassuming shepherds, fishers, farmers and shopkeepers,
who’ve never needed a standing army and practice Islam as a private,
inward-directed faith, are at first merely bemused and annoyed by the
newly-arrived outsiders. But their policies, pitilessly, disproportionately and
often hypocritically applied, soon turn the once-vibrant region into a fearful
and despotic hellhole. The main character, Kidane, is a leisurely but very
loving husband and father, who grazes eight cows in the grass-patched dunes
outside the city. When “GPS,” the pride of his herd, is killed by an angry
neighbor, Kidane gets caught up in the senseless ‘justice’ of Ansar Dine’s
reign.
Veteran helmer Abderrahmane Sissako has shown a
welcome inclination to tackle contemporary political topics, but what makes
Timbuktu work is that it has a great deal more grace and moderation than we’re
used to from political pieces and social commentaries. It functions on a much
smaller and more intimate scale. The “heroes” of the story are members of a
quiet unambitious family so inconsequential that the occupiers are barely aware
of their existence until circumstances make them just conspicuous enough to
merit a quick, callous, informal trial. The soldiers of ISIL, on the other
hand, aren’t depicted here as an army or terrorist organization so much as a
small-time gang; self-interested men who thrive on seeing their own will
imposed on those around them, something only possible because they happen to
have guns. They shroud themselves with a religion they little understand,
warping it to their short-term, petty desires while disregarding the articulate
common sense of the local imam.
Sissako’s style has intermittently flirted with European slow
cinema and he’s developed an eye for breathtaking telephoto scenes that
increasingly merit being held for a minute or more as we fully digest. Perhaps
the best is a long shot of two men separating after a struggle in the middle of
a shallow lake, lurching to land, their expressions far too remote to read, but
in the full awareness that their lives are ending. Another hauntingly beautiful
scene weaves around a soccer match taking place with an imagined ball, the real
one having been confiscated as un-Islamic.
Timbuktu also has Sissako’s best
script to date, balancing the slacker ennui and mute acceptance of his Waiting
for Happiness and the in-your-face polemics and foregrounded debate of his last
feature, Bamako, in which an African village literally puts the IMF on trial.
Major Directors:
Abderrahmane Sissako
Med Hondo