I went to see
Zero Dark Thirty the week it opened in New York, mostly to get watching it out of the way. I didn't particularly want to see it. Actually, I
a lot didn't want to see it. But I did want to have something articulate to say about what seemed to be its terrible, terrible politics, and for that reason I had to suck it up and actually go watch the damn thing. In a theater, because I wanted to see how the audience reacted.
I had read some reviews and knew there was about half an hour of torture to sit through in the beginning of the film. I was prepared, and I still almost walked out during the first interrogation sequence, which is the longest and most graphic of several. It is, I suppose, reasonably realistic, in that it shows that acute physical pain is just one of many weapons in the US torture arsenal, and how the "American style" of torture relies just as much on humiliation, shame, degradation, threats, fear, crude dominance through total and overwhelming physical control of the prisoner's body, and the terror of indefinite detention in an unknown location with no information about your fate.
Other reviewers, including
people who know quite a lot about the actual reality of the US's torture machine, have pointed out the many myths about torture that are reinforced in these scenes: the myth that "everyone talks," which is a torturer's threat but far from an accurate description of reality; the myth that everyone the US kidnaps and imprisons in its global gulag archipelago is an honest-to-god, verifiable, hardened Terrorist and not some poor schmuck who was sold for a bounty (not that torture would be justified even if the US only captured 100% Pure Evil Terrorists); the myth that torture always produces reliable, actionable information with relatively little effort while less coercive interrogation methods will definitely fail.
These myths are important because they are part of the arguments used to justify torture and are often believed by the torturers themselves. The myth that, no matter how much it may bother our conscience, torture is the only way to get certain information from certain people--this is the bedrock of all torture-justifying arguments, and especially those made in democracies. But the reinforcement of these myths was not what most disturbed me about this part of the movie.
I am not one of those people who has a problem, in a general sense, with showing torture on screen. I have written a lot of torture scenes. In fact I'm kind of obsessed with them, which is what has driven me to try to understand the actual lived experiences of torture and not the myths that get generated about it. What's revolting in
Zero Dark Thirty is not the torture itself, but where our sympathies and our identification are supposed to lie.
There is a scene which is featured
in the film's trailer, in which Dan, Maya's co-torturer, talks to a prisoner through the bars of his cell and explains that he is going to break him. This is part of the interrogation--it's an intimidation tactic, to make the prisoner feel it is inevitable that he will talk and maybe it would be best to do it now. It was bizarre to watch, because I have written this scene, but from the other side, where the prisoner is the main character and the torturer is the villain.
But these torturers are not the villains. We are invited to see them as the heroes of this film--the people who successfully led "The Greatest Manhunt in History," as the poster tells us. These torturers are the characters we're supposed to be identifying with over the next two and half hours. These are the
first scenes with the film's protagonist, Maya, her introduction to the audience. And what do we learn about Maya the first time we see her? We learn that she is squeamish for exactly one second, then sucks it up and jumps
right on board with the torturing, explaining to the prisoner, when he
begs for just a moment of relief, that he is responsible for his own condition because he
has not cooperated with them.
In fact, the whole opening sequence of torture, when seen from a script-analysis point of view, is about Maya getting tougher. She starts out with a grimace, but half an hour later she's threatening some dude in Guantanamo and ordering a guard to punch him in the head for her. Along the way, she starts sort of wearing a headscarf and picks up gems of liberal-imperialist faux cultural wisdom like "Muslims don't celebrate with cake." What is the message here? That these torture scenes were really not about any of the poor men sucked into the US detention system, but about the "personal growth" of our hero into a proper, hard-assed, terrorist-butt-kicker capable of taking on the film's central mission, which is to track down and kill Osama bin Laden.
There are defenders of the film who have argued that the fact that the torture scenes are gross and uncomfortable to watch is somehow the filmmakers' way of showing the "moral complexity" of the War on Terror. I do not think the text of the film supports that argument. We never see any of the CIA characters, in the entire course of the film, question or debate the morality of what they're doing. Instead, they bemoan the fact that prisoners at Guantanamo are allowed to have lawyers (and at one point seem to imply that prisoners' lawyers have been communicating with Al Qaeda for them), talk about the Abu Ghraib torture photos as an embarrassing PR problem, and lament the "loss" of the detention program once Obama takes office (neglecting to mention, of course, that Guantanamo is still open to this day and it seems extremely likely that the detention program has just been moved around to new sites that no one has identified yet.) And, by the time we hear any denunciation of torture--from Obama, safe in the White House while our heroes are risking suicide bombs and assassination attempts in darkest Pakistan--we have already seen torture and threats of torture produce leads in the hunt for bin Laden's courier. So Obama sounds prissy and out of touch with the reality our main characters are facing.
In fact, the only negative consequence of torture that we see in the whole film is that it's a bit draining for the torturers to be working around the clock torturing so many people. Cry me a fucking river.
While a lot has been written about the film's depiction of torture (and I have certainly written a lot about it here) far less attention has been paid to the film's other highly problematic elements, as
Deepa Kumar points out in her excellent review. Pakistani protestors--angry for the totally legitimate reason that foreign spies have been torturing, kidnapping and killing people in their country--are portrayed as a fanatical Muslim horde while we, the audience, are placed with the CIA officers, looking out at the scary Muslims who are threatening us. There are few times where I can remember thinking so distinctly while watching a movie, "Wait a minute, we're on the wrong side here."
Then there is the relentless drumbeat of terrorist attack after terrorist attack, running as a constant, existential threat throughout the film. It begins with the film's opening moments, when we hear the voices of people we know are about to perish in the Twin Towers--scared, talking to loved ones, fully and tragically human. It is a humanity afforded to no Muslim character in the film. The filmmakers chose to include scenes of terrorist attacks all over the world. What possible conclusion are we supposed to draw other than that everything our heroes are doing, no matter how unsavory, is necessary to fight this civilizational war of Terrorists vs. the western world?
The film's denouement is a chilling, almost-real-time re-enactment of the night raid in which US Special Forces land on a house where they believe bin Laden may be hiding and cold-bloodedly murder every adult in the house in front of their children. The fact that one of these people happens to be Osama bin Laden is, I guess, supposed to make us feel okay with this--even cheer--while women scream and children sob and soldiers pump rounds into dead bodies. In one of the film's crudest moments of shtick, a soldier hands a sobbing girl a glow-stick--as if, you know, Pakistani kids have never seen light and will be distracted by a shiny object from the fact that these dudes just murdered her entire family.
Now, at this point, you can say that the film was intended to show "the dark side," to show the moral ambiguity, or downright moral bankruptcy, that is required if you are going to be a soldier on the front lines of the War on Terror. You can say that the characters are interesting to watch even if we don't like them or think they are good people. But it seems very clear to me that the filmmakers
did intend for us to identify with them, even if we find them morally questionable. They are, after all, the main characters. A film is watching a character in pursuit of a goal despite obstacles. The protagonist of the film is the person whose goals and emotional journey we're following and through whose eyes we see the world. And these filmmakers chose to make their protagonist someone who tortures and murders to "protect the homeland." (Yes, they actually say "protect the homeland.") And at the end of the film, she is successful. Mission accomplished. So, looking strictly at what is actually shown in the film and not what we want to believe about all this, who are we to avoid the conclusion that the ends justify the means?
Then there is the fact that Bigelow herself seems to identify quite unambiguously with the protagonists of the film and their ideology. Consider the last paragraphs of the
LA Times article in which she defends the film from its critics. After a bunch of equivocating about torture, she says:
War, obviously, isn't pretty, and we were not interested in portraying this military action as free of moral consequences.
In that vein, we should never discount and never forget the thousands of innocent lives lost on 9/11
and subsequent terrorist attacks. We should never forget the brave work
of those professionals in the military and intelligence communities who
paid the ultimate price in the effort to combat a grave threat to this
nation's safety and security.
Bin Laden wasn't defeated by superheroes zooming down from the sky;
he was defeated by ordinary Americans who fought bravely even as they sometimes
crossed moral lines, who labored greatly and intently, who gave all of
themselves in both victory and defeat, in life and in death, for the
defense of this nation.
In other words, "Yeah, yeah, fog of war et cetera. BUT 9/11! And also, support the troops."
I'm being snarky, but in all seriousness, it is hard to read this statement as anything other than an adoration of the US intelligence and military communities and a ringing endorsement of the dominant narrative of the War on Terror. What also stands out to me is the complete blindness to any possible negative consequences of the War on Terror to anyone who is not American.
If we know this is what Bigelow thinks about her own movie, how can we not see it as a piece of conscious, willingly-made imperial propaganda? Granted, it's a sophisticated, well-acted, slickly produced piece of propaganda. The fact that it stars a smart-seeming woman instead of a ham-fisted Jack Bauer type, and unfolds as a serious, thoughtful procedural and not a Michael Bay-like action extravaganza is its genius--because it makes the film more acceptable to educated liberals, "serious" movie-goers, and film critics (while still, of course, being able to corner the
howling racist demographic.)
This, I think, is the film's true intention, and the motivation behind the substantial cooperation the filmmakers received from the CIA: to get people who consider themselves liberals to identify with the still-ongoing, if slightly re-branded, imperial project that 9/11 allowed the US government to unleash. And it should be said that in this the film has been wildly successful.
Matt Taibbi, to pick just one example, calls the film "pulse-pounding" and "an unbelievably compelling thriller" and admits he was "blown away" and "caught up" in the "patriotic cheers" when bin Laden's bloody corpse is dragged onscreen in the final moments. (He then goes on to level a number of trenchant and accurate criticisms of the film, but my guess is the affective response is what the filmmakers were going for.)
Thankfully for me, there were no "patriotic cheers" at the screening I attended. But you have only to look at the number of accolades, the heap of critics' top-ten lists the film has appeared on, and the Academy Awards nominations (along with another Evil Muslims film made for educated liberals,
Argo) to see how thoroughly the logic of the War on Terror has been accepted into our culture.
Whether by accident or as some kind of sick commentary, the date of
Zero Dark Thirty's wide release also marked the 11th anniversary of the opening of the prison camp at Guantanamo Bay. But while you can find posters for
Zero Dark Thirty in every subway station, you would have to look a bit harder to find stories of
people like Sami Al Hajj, an Al Jazeera journalist detained and tortured by the US for six years for supposed (completely fictional, it turns out) links to Al Qaeda. Or
Khaled el-Masri, kidnapped, tortured and raped on a case of mistaken identity. Or
Adnan Latif, who died in solitary confinement at Guantanamo in September, after being cleared for release. These are the real stories of the War on Terror, and I could not forget them as I watched the film.
All of this is a very wordy way of leading up to my meta-criticism of the film, which is its relentless devotion to a singular perspective in which American spies and soldier (however morally flawed) are the heroes and evil Muslim terrorists are the villains. Kathryn Bigelow is great at the relentless singular perspective, as she demonstrated with
The Hurt Locker. That was also a
highly politically problematic film, but the singular perspective kind of worked on an artistic level.
The problem, of course, is that this
particular singular perspective is not exactly under-represented in the American mainstream media. It just happens to be the dominant narrative being pushed by those in power, and they have no shortage of tools to encourage us to see the world through their eyes. Of course you can say that filmmakers have the right to tell any story they want, from any perspective they want, but you can't pretend that choosing a particular perspective doesn't have political meaning. I think things would get a lot more interesting if more filmmakers started turning the camera around.