The Kingdom Directed by Peter Berg
One cannot but have a visceral response to The Kingdom. Acts of terror are meant to gut you or to grab you by the guts and not let go. One leaves this movie with acute discomfort in the viscera. The terror is central to the plot; the hatred which inspires it and the damage it inflicts are just the backdrop.
I wanted to go physically haul my friends out of Saudi Arabia, tell my friends at Aramco that it is first a life or death matter, for them and for us, and secondarily a moral imperative, that they leave their employ immediately. I wanted to stop the release of the movie because the details of the terror plot are too plausible, too easily imitated. Such is the emotional impact of the movie: it achieves the emotional stampede the terrorists wanted to ignite. And yet the depicted terror attacks on the American compound in Riyadh are based on details of attacks which have already occurred. The movie plot does not really goad or teach terrorists to do more; they've already seen these plans enacted. Past attacks are ratcheted up and stacked on top of each other for this movie, and they are horrifyingly successful within the movie's plot line.
Titles over a dizzying montage of real news clips and Frontline voice-overs give a too brief but effective overview of Saudi Arabia's recent history. We are on notice urgently and immediately that Saudi Arabia is a nation very, very different from ours, but that our commonality is Exxon-Mobil, Shell, and other names you know from the corner gas station. Some of the commentary on this movie by early previewers immediately launches into politically correct condemnation of scenes which emphasize "the gulf" between us, the Saudis and Americans. Some fear the perpetuation of Muslim "stereotypes" through the depiction of the terrorist cell. Perhaps their sensitivity blinds them to the fact that the hero of this movie is a Saudi policeman, empowered through (unlikely but) adroit manipulation by the American FBI team to achieve his greatest goal: to find and bring home responsibility to the foul fiend who makes it his practice to train children to kill children.
My biggest criticism of this movie is that the Hollywood dream team for the FBI, Jamie Foxx, Jennifer Garner, Chris Cooper and Jason Bateman, are the faces of the investigation, when the abuses and the risks of the investigation belong to Ali Suliman's character. Still, in Friday Night Light's intimate style, too-close-to-the-face hand-held camera work, somehow the humility of that talented but hand-tied policeman is subtly contrasted with the innate arrogance of the American team.
The resistance to allowing American investigators into Saudi Arabia is not overblown: that resistance is not just Saudi Arabian, and very genuine (see reports on investigations of the Kobar Tower bombing, the USS Cole bombing, and the deadly attack on American citizens in Jeddah, inter alia), but also, more cynically, American. The staggeringly improbable plot device that gets the American team into Riyadh is ridiculous, but the movie is educational as to how precarious the ruling class's grasp of power in Saudi Arabia truly is, and how important it is to the U.S. governmentand, oh yes, to the oil companies---that we support that regime.
The movie is an action-packed "procedural" whodunit imposed upon and interwoven with this complex inter cultural conflict. Jamie Foxx is the leader of the tiny FBI unit which blackmails its way into Saudi Arabia to investigate a very large crime. Mr. Foxx continues to do really good work. Jennifer Garner is still a kick-ass agent, even if she lacks some of the bionic qualities of her Alias persona. Chris Cooper brings that just-a-little-off sense of individualism to his role of the methodical but highly intuitive investigator. Jason Bateman is the one who doesn't fit. To join such an elite team, he must possess extraordinary gifts to make him valuable, but what those gifts are is a mystery. He is obnoxious, cringingly ignorant of and insensitive to the Saudi culture, and I suppose we must have that character, but he seems to be best-all-round only at being the weakest link, not coming across as particularly smart or competent.
The action sequences are amazing. The car chase/crash scene outdoes The Matrix Reloaded, which set a pretty high benchmark. Explosions and gunfights abound. As an action movie, it scores well.
But as I said, the hero of the piece is a Saudi policeman, Ali Suliman (Paradise Now), on whose shoulders rests the responsibility of imposing civilization on terrorists who plot to destroy decency and any semblance of common humanity. The vignettes with his family are some of the most poignant in the movie. His compelling conversation with a former terrorist now doing "community service" is interrupted needlessly by Jamie Foxx's character. As goal-driven as he is, this is a family man, a decent man, who stands for the best possible values of the Arab world, in spite of some strong forces which might have pushed a lesser man into sympathy with the terrorists.
I hope that Berg will change the final moments of the film. He abandons the subtlety of his earlier observational style for sledgehammer didacticism. Jamie Foxx's final comment doesn't even make sense, in context of the plot. Far better to return to an open question, whether children can overcome an education steeped in prejudice and a steady diet of hatred to forge a better world, or whether killing each other is just too much fun. Berg should forego his too-tidy, too trite symmetry, and leave the viscera to do their work.
One cannot but have a visceral response to The Kingdom. Acts of terror are meant to gut you or to grab you by the guts and not let go. One leaves this movie with acute discomfort in the viscera. The terror is central to the plot; the hatred which inspires it and the damage it inflicts are just the backdrop.
I wanted to go physically haul my friends out of Saudi Arabia, tell my friends at Aramco that it is first a life or death matter, for them and for us, and secondarily a moral imperative, that they leave their employ immediately. I wanted to stop the release of the movie because the details of the terror plot are too plausible, too easily imitated. Such is the emotional impact of the movie: it achieves the emotional stampede the terrorists wanted to ignite. And yet the depicted terror attacks on the American compound in Riyadh are based on details of attacks which have already occurred. The movie plot does not really goad or teach terrorists to do more; they've already seen these plans enacted. Past attacks are ratcheted up and stacked on top of each other for this movie, and they are horrifyingly successful within the movie's plot line.
Titles over a dizzying montage of real news clips and Frontline voice-overs give a too brief but effective overview of Saudi Arabia's recent history. We are on notice urgently and immediately that Saudi Arabia is a nation very, very different from ours, but that our commonality is Exxon-Mobil, Shell, and other names you know from the corner gas station. Some of the commentary on this movie by early previewers immediately launches into politically correct condemnation of scenes which emphasize "the gulf" between us, the Saudis and Americans. Some fear the perpetuation of Muslim "stereotypes" through the depiction of the terrorist cell. Perhaps their sensitivity blinds them to the fact that the hero of this movie is a Saudi policeman, empowered through (unlikely but) adroit manipulation by the American FBI team to achieve his greatest goal: to find and bring home responsibility to the foul fiend who makes it his practice to train children to kill children.
My biggest criticism of this movie is that the Hollywood dream team for the FBI, Jamie Foxx, Jennifer Garner, Chris Cooper and Jason Bateman, are the faces of the investigation, when the abuses and the risks of the investigation belong to Ali Suliman's character. Still, in Friday Night Light's intimate style, too-close-to-the-face hand-held camera work, somehow the humility of that talented but hand-tied policeman is subtly contrasted with the innate arrogance of the American team.
The resistance to allowing American investigators into Saudi Arabia is not overblown: that resistance is not just Saudi Arabian, and very genuine (see reports on investigations of the Kobar Tower bombing, the USS Cole bombing, and the deadly attack on American citizens in Jeddah, inter alia), but also, more cynically, American. The staggeringly improbable plot device that gets the American team into Riyadh is ridiculous, but the movie is educational as to how precarious the ruling class's grasp of power in Saudi Arabia truly is, and how important it is to the U.S. governmentand, oh yes, to the oil companies---that we support that regime.
The movie is an action-packed "procedural" whodunit imposed upon and interwoven with this complex inter cultural conflict. Jamie Foxx is the leader of the tiny FBI unit which blackmails its way into Saudi Arabia to investigate a very large crime. Mr. Foxx continues to do really good work. Jennifer Garner is still a kick-ass agent, even if she lacks some of the bionic qualities of her Alias persona. Chris Cooper brings that just-a-little-off sense of individualism to his role of the methodical but highly intuitive investigator. Jason Bateman is the one who doesn't fit. To join such an elite team, he must possess extraordinary gifts to make him valuable, but what those gifts are is a mystery. He is obnoxious, cringingly ignorant of and insensitive to the Saudi culture, and I suppose we must have that character, but he seems to be best-all-round only at being the weakest link, not coming across as particularly smart or competent.
The action sequences are amazing. The car chase/crash scene outdoes The Matrix Reloaded, which set a pretty high benchmark. Explosions and gunfights abound. As an action movie, it scores well.
But as I said, the hero of the piece is a Saudi policeman, Ali Suliman (Paradise Now), on whose shoulders rests the responsibility of imposing civilization on terrorists who plot to destroy decency and any semblance of common humanity. The vignettes with his family are some of the most poignant in the movie. His compelling conversation with a former terrorist now doing "community service" is interrupted needlessly by Jamie Foxx's character. As goal-driven as he is, this is a family man, a decent man, who stands for the best possible values of the Arab world, in spite of some strong forces which might have pushed a lesser man into sympathy with the terrorists.
I hope that Berg will change the final moments of the film. He abandons the subtlety of his earlier observational style for sledgehammer didacticism. Jamie Foxx's final comment doesn't even make sense, in context of the plot. Far better to return to an open question, whether children can overcome an education steeped in prejudice and a steady diet of hatred to forge a better world, or whether killing each other is just too much fun. Berg should forego his too-tidy, too trite symmetry, and leave the viscera to do their work.
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