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  • Introducing "One thing ..."

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    Short-Circuit Signs is my third attempt at starting and maintaining a blog where I write substantially about film and related arts and media. The first go round, I ultimately felt trapped by a self-imposed obligation to write full reviews of all movies that I saw. So, to facilitate a shift in voice I started a second blog with a broader mission in mind, but I never quite found a satisfactory way to keep writing about film that entailed anything less than consistent and full reviews. So here I am on Spout and in trying to think about how I can make this filmblog work I came up with this idea: instead of always producing full reviews for the films I see in the theater, I will at least write a short piece on, "One thing that makes this film/movie ..." and then finish with an appropriate adjective, e.g., "awesome," "dreadful," "fine," "beautiful", inlcuding explanation.

    I like this notion for a few reasons. First, it should allow me to convey how I think and feel about a movie without drawing me into writing about it in a comprehensive manner. Second, it will allow me to focus on films more as a fan, as a moviegoer, than as an academic or critic. Third, at the same time, it appeals to my critical-analytical impulse in that it will also require me to focus on a particular attribute of a film rather than on broad evaluation.

    In some cases, I will, no doubt, choose to right a longer reaction/review/commentary on films I see, but at least I hope to maintain a regular habit of writing about "One thing ..." I am intending this for movies I see in the theater, not only because I see most of my movies that way, but because many of the films I see on DVD are ones that I've already seen at some point. However, in much the same way as I may write longer pieces on certain films, and not just "One thing ..." entries, I may also use this device for movies on DVD, too. 


  • McLuhan's Wake (2002) DVD review

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    McLuhan's Wake  (2002)

    McLuhan’s Wake is an intellectual biography of communications scholar and ‘60s/’70s pop culture icon, Marshall McLuhan. Structurally, the film has elements of a traditional linear narrative. However, it departs from that convention in being broken into four acts organized not around events in its subject’s life, but around McLuhan’s “laws of media”, the subject of his final book, Laws of Media (1988, University of Toronto Press), which was finished after his death by co-author, and son, Eric McLuhan.

    The final major piece of the film is an animated version of Edgar Allen Poe’s “Descent into the Maelstrom” (1841), which serves as a metaphor for McLuhan’s attempt to find patterns in the onrush of information and images generated through 20th century media, notably television (McLuhan himself references the story in The Mechanical Bride, 1951). McLuhan’s Wake is a Canadian production originally released in 2002. This DVD for the US market has recently been produced by The Disinformation Company.

    The film begins abstractly with a quote from James Joyce, “The West shall shake the East awake . . .  while ye have the night for morn,” on a black background that dissolves into a wide shot of roiling water. As the quote fades, a montage of televisual images, a spinning, sparkling ballerina, a shot of the original moon landing, and one of the Challenger explosion, is added to the scene. From there, the film shifts to an underwater shot, and the audience first hears, and then also sees McLuhan, in black and white, delivering a lecture as if surrounded by sun streaked water.

    The punchline to this segment is captured in the line, “How are we to get out of the maelstrom produced by our own ingenuity?” At this point, McLuhan introduces Poe’s story and the film cuts to a moving long shot of a man on a white streaked cliff overlooking a churning sea. As a narrator begins to recite the story, a boat with two men aboard enters the frame. This sequence, and all of the Poe footage, is animated so as to appear hand-painted.

    As the boat is pulled into a vortex, the documentary cuts back to McLuhan suggesting that it might be possible to apprehend “the pattern of the effects” emanating from the technology in which we have enveloped ourselves, and that in tracing those effects, we might acquire the knowledge necessary to avoid being consumed by our own inventions. The film then returns to the Poe animation, and the lone survivor is being pulled out of the water. Not coincidentally, we’re told that his survival is made possible by his ability to correctly read the vortex’s pattern of movement. However, his rescuers refuse to believe his story.

    In the background of the rescue is a chest turning in the water. The scene shifts to a live action shot of a chest sinking into the sea, and as it does, Laurie Anderson introduces the “laws of media”. Right as the chest is pulled under the water, an image of a nuclear blast also appears in the frame. Once the chest is fully underwater, the opening credits begin. From this point on, the film settles into a more regular rhythm, moving between photos and television clips from McLuhan’s life and Anderson’s introductions of the individual laws of media, each of which entails a return to the chest, now fully immersed in water and hemorrhaging books and pages of text.

    The film’s reliance on The Laws of Media, which was published eight years after Marshall McLuhan’s death, is, superficially at least, a curious choice. Not only was it finished by his son and published posthumously, but it appeared well past the height of McLuhan’s influence and celebrity. Unlike, say, “the medium is the message” or “the global village”, none of the “laws” identified in the text, and that structure McLuhan’s Wake, have seeped into common usage or appear to have directly shaped major research agendas in the social sciences. On the other hand, the text was written, at least in part, as a direct response to McLuhan’s critics, particularly, those who charged his work with a lack of scientific rigor and substance. Laws of Media is as much a work in the philosophy of science as it is about communications and technology.

    In an interesting adaptation of Karl Popper’s principle of “falsification”, the McLuhans present their laws of media not as declarative statements about invariant processes or forces, but as questions. Questions, unlike declarative statements, are inherently testable in that they can be, in equal measure, verified, through affirmative responses, or disproven, “falsified”, through negative responses. The four laws, as articulated in the film, are: what will a technology enhance? what will it obsolesce? what will it retrieve? and what will it reverse? The assumption here is that every form of media ultimately, and simultaneously, enhances some aspects of human life and capabilities, renders others obsolete, enables the retrieval of still others, and produces reversals in its own use.

    McLuhan’s Wake uses various scenes of modern life, from video game arcades to a group of contemporary Native American,s or in proper Canadian fashion, “First Nations”, hunters, to illustrate the workings of these laws. In each case, the audience is given an example of how a particular technology works as an extension of the human self (e.g., the phonetic alphabet and communication); displaces some prior technology (e.g., guns in relation to the bow and arrow)’ allows us to recover something that had heretofore been lost (e.g., digital media’s ability to foster new goddesses, Britney Spears, and monsters, Osama bin Laden); and, eventually, undermines itself (e.g., freeway gridlock). These questions are the ones that McLuhan believed would allow us to detect “the pattern of the effects” in the maelstrom of our technologically mediated lives and selves.

    While the laws of enhancement, obsolescence, retrieval, and reversal maybe unfamiliar, the filmmakers are mindful to relate these terms back to McLuhan’s more famous / infamous pronouncements, particularly the aforementioned “the medium is the message” and “the global village”. The former is at the heart of the law of enhancement, while the latter is a form of retrieval. McLuhan was concerned that a fixation with the content of media, particularly television, was blinding people to the ways in which electronic communications were remaking the world, becoming our eyes and ears, and leading to “disembodiment” as we begin to, almost literally, transmit ourselves through the air and via electronic circuitry.

    The filmmakers explicitly play with this idea of disembodiment through the soundtrack, which consists mostly of voices from people you never see until the very end of the film, and includes friends, family, former students, and other scholars of communications. When rearticulated as “the medium is the massage”, McLuhan’s observations about the transformative potential of electronic media becomes a warning about the hijacking of ourselves by corporate interests. For McLuhan these same media also worked to turn the world into “a constantly sounding tribal drum” that delivers images and information to us from all sides. Living in the world is like living in an ancient village in that, for better and worse, everyone knows everyone else’s business.

    As the film will tell you, by the time of his death, not only was Marshall McLuhan disabled by stroke, but his time had seemingly past. Following his death, the University of Toronto wasted no time in closing down the McLuhan-led Centre for Culture and Technology. However, in 1994, just a few years after the publication of Laws of Media, the university started the McLuhan Program in Technology and Culture within its Faculty of Information Studies. That there would be resurgent interest in McLuhan’s scholarship in the midst of the dot com boom, and the building of the “information superhighway”, seems not just predictable, but perhaps even inevitable.

    For their part, the makers of McLuhan’s Wake, while clearly admiring of their subject, refrain from grand pronouncements about his genius and contemporary relevance. The selection of images to illustrate McLuhan’s life and the laws of media are clearly meant to be persuasive in favor of the man and his work, but viewers are largely left to make their own connections between text, words, and images when it comes to passing judgment on the value of both.

    The DVD comes packaged with a number of extras that augment the film. The “Movies” section includes McLuhan’s Wake, plus an uncut version of the animated “Descent into the Maelstrom” and an extended interview with McLuhan’s wife, Corrine McLuhan. The “Voices” section is a collection of audio files, including a 1966 speech and an interview with McLuhan himself, as well as extended discussions with the members of “the chorus”, a group that includes Neil Postman, Lewis Lapham, and Eric McLuhan.

    “Laws” is an interactive selection of “tetrads”, the McLuhans’ term for charts that map out responses to the four laws as applied to specific technologies, from chairs to cell phones. Finally, “Documents” contains a copy of the shooting script, a set of director’s notes, a transcript of the film, a McLuhan biography and bibliography, a list of recommended websites, a study guide, and a gallery of photographs and McLuhan quotes. All but the last are only fully accessibly on a computer DVD drive Of particular interest in this array of extras is the 1966 interview with McLuhan, which provides a lively and engaging explanation of “the medium is the message,” probably his most used and least understood bon mot.

    A word of warning about the added features: at least on the copy I received for review, many of these were mislabeled in one way or another. The Corrine McLuhan interview, for example, is listed at 12 minutes, but actually runs for over 30. Similarly, the bios provided for the “Voices” are not properly matched with the audio files (of course, maybe the DVD producers are simply pushing the boundaries of the medium is the message; if so, I think they’ve taken it a little too literally).

    By the end of McLuhan’s Wake it’s hard not to return to the opening sequence. In retrospect, this part of the film seems to be the filmmakers’ most eloquent defense and explanation of both McLuhan’s worldview and the nature of his intellectual project. The disorienting nature of the imagery creates the kind of confusion that McLuhan feared would consume humanity, and yet as dangerous as the world seems to be, it is also enchanting; all the more reason to try to understand the ways in which we are being affected, refigured even, by the tools of our own invention.

    This is McLuhan’s underlying purpose: to understand how we change our own natures through the technological media we create, and take for granted, in our daily lives. If anything, the world is more village-like than it was when McLuhan first gave it that description. However, the global village is, at once, close knit and violently fractious. McLuhan’s Wake quietly suggests that revisiting Marshall McLuhan is a good place to start for any effort to find insight into the dynamics of our highly networked, but also highly uneven, world.

    This review orginally appeared at PopMatters on 7 March 2002


  • Gandhi (1982) review of 25th Anniversary DVD

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    Gandhi  (1982)

    Richard Attenborough’s Gandhi (1982) begins with dedications to Motilal Kothari, the Indian man who approached Attenborough about making the film, Louis Mountbatten, the last British Viceroy of India, and Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru, the first Prime Minister of India, and a disclaimer about the inability of any film to capture all of the people, moments, and events in a person’s life. The dedications expose both a key strength and critical weakness of the film—its status as an “official” or “authorized” text—while the disclaimer uncovers the challenge of any biographical picture: namely, how to distill a life into a feature length film, even one that runs for over three hours. The issue is not whether corners will be cut, but which ones and in what manner. Revisiting the film 25 years after its initial release and Oscar triumphs, Gandhi appears notable both for the ways in which it clearly crystallized the current form of the biopic, and how it is different from subsequent films in the genre.

    Despite the impossibility of capturing a life in a film, biographical movies still seem to be animated by the desire to do just that. This is one reason why biopics are known for their length. More importantly, it leads to narratives that, while selective, nonetheless span decades (over half of a century in the case of Gandhi). However, whereas many of the films that have followed it reach back to the childhoods of their subjects, Gandhi is firmly focused on its protagonist’s adult life. This choice is notable as much for what it excludes as what it includes.

    The increasing fascination with childhood, which can be seen in the recent Kinsey (2004), Ray (2004), and Walk the Line (2005), as well as in earlier films such as Attenborough’s own Chaplin (1992) and Spike Lee’s Malcolm X (1992), is clearly related to the psychologization of biographical subjects. Not content to merely show their protagonists in action, biographical filmmakers seem moved to “account” for their characters, and referencing childhood events, traumas, friendships, as well as sibling and parent relationships, is the universal default explanation for why someone became who they did. The focus on childhood also relates to a heightened interest in the private lives of the leaders, artists, musicians, etc., who are routinely profiled on film. Even works such as The Hurricane (1999) and Ali (2001), which avoid psychological speculation on the significance of childhood, participate in exploring the private travails and flaws of their central characters.

    While people often become curious about the private lives and formative years of the those featured in textbooks and on the news, such curiosity is largely rooted in the facts of someone’s public life, and not in the details of what they do in the privacy of their own homes or in the anonymity of their pre-fame existence. To the extent that audiences are interested in Alfred Kinsey’s domestic life, or Johnny Cash’s or Ray Charles’ drug use, or Muhammad Ali’s failed marriages or Malcolm Little’s life of crime, it is because of what they did, and do, for public consumption. The private lives of these figures are no more intrinsically interesting, or worthy of a film, than anyone else’s. And yet details from that side of their identities consistently fill out the running time of biographical films.

    In contrast to the examples above, Gandhi steers clear of its subject’s childhood and private life. Attenborough, writer John Briley, and editor John Bloom, seem to appreciate that it is Gandhi’s contributions to Indian, world, and British history—not his private demons or peccadilloes—that make him notable. There is one domestic spat in the entire film, but even it is over an issue where the personal clearly overlaps the political. Is it likely that the only argument that Gandhi (Ben Kingsley) and his wife, Kasturba (Rohini Hattangadi), ever had was over whether she should be required to “rake the latrine” like everyone else in the ashram (intentional community)? No. Does it matter? Again, no. To be sure, if there were serious contradictions between Gandhi’s public and private lives, then delving into the one in order to explore the meaning of the other would be interesting and perfectly justifiable, perhaps even necessary. This is, arguably, the rationale for the first half of Malcolm X to be devoted to Malcolm Little’s life of crime and debauchery, but that film arguably crosses the line between setting up Malcolm’s conversion, not just to Islam, but to a life of service and activism, and wallowing in the prurient details of his youth.

    In much the same way as dwelling on Gandhi’s personal life would have distracted from dramatizing his public persona, pointing to his childhood—“He was bullied in school! He vowed to never let that happen again! But he would not become like his tormentors!”—as an “explanation” of his role in history would have been absurdly reductive and facile. The makers of the film were smart to avoid that path, and one suspects that they were never tempted by it, either. At the same time, it is here that the film’s dedications signify a barrier to imaginatively reconstructing how Gandhi became the leader and political philosopher that he did.

    The “25th Anniversary” DVD includes a brief, optional introduction by Richard Attenborough that underscores the extent to which Gandhi was conceived and delivered as a means of honoring the Mahatma. Taking an avowedly reverential approach to its subject clearly opened doors for the filmmakers, and aided in securing cooperation and blessings, particularly, from the Indian government and Gandhi’s family, friends, and associates. It also clearly prevented Attenborough and company from departing too far from the public and official record of Gandhi’s life. The result is a movie edited like a highlight reel of speeches, homilies, and notable events. The film implies, and in some cases explicitly tells the audience, that there were critical moments in Gandhi’s political development, but it does not stop to show and explore those moments.

    For example, after spending time in a South African prison, shorn of his Western lawyer’s clothes and signs of his social attainment, incarcerated with Indians of different faiths and classes, he emerges as a more modest, self-effacing figure attired in “traditional” clothing. This is conveyed in an exchange with General Smuts (Athol Fugard) wherein Gandhi refuses food because he, “dined at the prison”, and exits in his prison garb after having, essentially, begged for taxi money. The impression of personal and political change from the prison experience is reinforced as he arrives in India, dressed in simple clothing and humbly greeting an expectant crowd, but failing to deliver the big speech many seem to want. What happened in prison? What were his interactions with others like? Who did he speak to? What did they talk about? The filmmakers offer the barest of imaginings regarding these questions.

    The most egregious example of the film’s dramatic failures is in its representation of Gandhi’s tour of India. While many in the Congress Party seem to have expected Gandhi’s arrival to be a momentous event, Gandhi himself, according to the film at least, felt himself too much a stranger in a strange land to immediately assume the mantle of leadership in the struggle for Indian independence. Instead of attending party meetings and strategy sessions, he set out to “discover” India. The filmmakers turn this voyage into a sight-seeing tour, encapsulated as a musical montage of the countryside as seen from a train. This is precisely the way of seeing India—detached, distant, safe—that Gandhi is presented as being critical of and was attempting to get past himself. He comes away from his trip with a profound class consciousness and a belief that the fight for national liberation necessitated a bridging of the social gaps between the urban, educated professionals in the Congress Party and the peasants in the countryside.

    Once again, the substance of this transformative experience is not dramatized. Even worse, it is turned into an almost purely aesthetic moment. The lowest point in this sequence is reached when the film plays on the fears of its presumptively white audience as Gandhi’s English companion, Reverend Charlie Andrews (Ian Charleson), is invited onto the roof of their train by some “shifty” looking Indians just as they approach a tunnel. Everything works out okay, of course, but not without turning the “shifty” Indians into deferential clowns, appealing to yet another Western stereotype.

    The film is similarly clueless when it comes to the internal dynamics of the national liberation movement. Partition becomes not just a tragic, but an irrational event, perhaps only explainable in terms of Mohammed Jinnah’s (Alyque Padamsee) grasping after power. The creation of independent India and Pakistan is rendered as a spectacle of mindless violence. Gandhi may have been committed to a united India, and been deeply dismayed and disillusioned by partition and the violence it sparked, but there is no indication that he would have written off his country’s ethnic, religious, class, and regional fault lines as nothing more than atavistic and reasonless savagery. Even within the confines of the film, he clearly understood these as very real boundaries between people, but boundaries that could be overcome given the opportunity for self-governance. The filmmakers, once again, choose to aestheticize, rather than dramatize, Gandhi’s politics.

    In contrast to conventional biopics like Gandhi, works such as Amadeus (1984), Immortal Beloved (1994), and Capote (2004) are exceptional and interesting for the manner in which they jump into their subject’s lives from a single entry point—respectively, Antonio Salieri (F. Murray Abraham), a mysterious love letter, and the writing of In Cold Blood (1966)—rather than with the intent of covering as much as possible in two to three hours. What these films lack in breadth, they gain in depth and imagination. They are concentrated evocations of character.

    Standard biographies such as Gandhi are outlines, outlines that ultimately suggest multiple, and potentially more provocative, films. In this case, Gandhi’s time in South Africa, and possibly his prior legal education in England, his journeys in the Indian countryside, the organization of the movement for Indian independence, and the struggle over partition are all rife with cinematic possibility. The fact that the makers of Gandhi are willing to signpost the impossibility of telling the whole story of their title subject can be read as an admirable admission or as a cop out. In either case, consideration of an alternate approach, refusing to carry the burden of complete-ness in the first place, seems like an obvious alternative, albeit not one that appears to have much traction within the Anglo-American movie industry.

    One reason for this, no doubt, is how actor-centered the biopic genre has become. Once one person has managed an effective portrayal of a historical or famous figure, it is difficult, even laughable, to imagine another in the same role, particularly if that figure is the central character in a film. Ben Kingsley’s performance in Gandhi was instrumental in turning biographical films into acting showcases. And like Kingsley, more often than not, the men, and it still usually is men who are the central focus, are at least admirable, and sometimes transcendent (Kingsley is remarkable, especially given how physically passive the characterization of Gandhi is in the movie, but for me, it is Denzel Washington in Malcolm X who truly elevates this film beyond its well-meaning, lavishly produced, but deeply flawed nature). One actor, one film. This is the general rule for biographical filmmaking, and one need only look at Infamous (2006), and how it was necessarily marginalized by the mere existence of Capote, to see the exception that proves this rule. If, more likely than not, there is only going to be one shot at a person’s life, it is undoubtedly difficult to turn off the impulse to tell their whole story, let alone secure funding for anything less.

    The “25th Anniversary” DVD of Gandhi comes with two discs. Disc 1 has the film, the aforementioned introduction, and a director’s commentary. Disc 2 includes nine “featurettes”; seven about the making of the film and two about Gandhi’s life and politics, three interviews, two stills galleries, an interactive map with important dates and places from Gandhi’s biography, a trailer, and the url for the Wikipedia entry (!?) on “Mahatma Gandhi”.

    While Attenborough’s introduction is brief and simple, his commentary track is wide ranging. At turns he provides additional historical detail about Gandhi and the times and places in which he lived, insight into the film’s history and its creative challenges, and thoughts on the actors and other craft elements. Near the end he also reflects on his Oscar experience, a reflection that is strangely fixated on the issue of whether he cried on stage during the ceremonies or not. This oddity aside, the director’s commentary clearly expresses Attenborough’s intelligence and deeply held commitment to the film.

    That commitment is also reflected in the best of the extras on disc 2, “In Search of Gandhi”, which chronicles the 20-year process it took to get the film made. Attenborough is an engaging narrator for this story. The other extra features are fine, but it is hard to imagine that there is a demand for this much material about this film (and, really, the Wikipedia url seems like the kind of “extra” that desperate DVD producers slap onto a disc). It is also hard not to be struck by the lack of Indian voices in the additional features. Aside from a few brief appearances from Saeed Jaffrey, who plays Sardar Valabhhai Patel in the film, the interviews and featurettes provide a steady stream of British filmmakers not only recounting how the movie was made, but also expounding on the significance of Gandhi and the film, including what both meant to India. 

    Gandhi has a reputation as one of the worst, or at least most uninspired, Best Picture winners in the history of the Academy Awards. The film’s length, and its staid and serious tone are no doubt largely responsible for this judgment. Kingsley’s performance notwithstanding, it is also true that Gandhi generally lacks for innovative or challenging filmmaking. It is, however, thoroughly professional and sincerely felt. It is also fair to call it the last grand epic of the “analog” era, and, for better or worse, it has set the form for two plus decades of biographical films in Hollywood. Despite its superficialities, it remains eminently watchable a quarter of a century after its original release. Would that this were true for every movie that earned its place in history with the backing of Oscar.

    This review was originally published at PopMatters on 6 April 2007

     


  • Into the Fire (2002) DVD review

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    Into the Fire  (2002)

    In high school, and like many aspiring leftist intellectuals, I went through a Spanish Civil War phase. George Orwell was my first guide, followed later by Murray Bookchin. At the time, I was not conscious of the gendered nature of the narratives I was reading. The marginalization and virtual absence of women did not register. I simply took for granted that, particularly in war, men were the ones who made history.

    Were I an idealistic teenager today, I’d like to think that I would have found my way to Julia Newman’s rich and compelling documentary Into the Fire, which recounts American women’s participation in the Spanish Civil War.  I’d like to think that, as a result, my understanding of the Spanish Civil War would have been wider, more nuanced, and more in line with the liberatory politics that attracted me to ‘30s Spain in the first place.  If only this film were available then.

    Into the Fire begins with a prologue introducing the war and the events that led to it. This is followed by an introduction to the American women profiled in the film and their reasons for going to Spain. The war itself is divided into three parts: Spanish loyalists, or Republicans, and their comrades in the International Brigades square off against the better supplied and militarily more powerful Francisco Franco and his fascist allies in Germany and Italy; the fighting reaches its zenith; and the war’s end is brought about by a Republican retreat and their unreciprocated withdrawal of international forces.

    Throughout, the film gives voice to persistent criticism of the US and its position of “neutrality” in Spain. This criticism becomes more intense as the war lurches towards its tragic, from a loyalist and anti-fascist perspective at least, conclusion. The final act of Into the Fire deals briefly with the return of the women and their compatriots to America.  Their story is particularly captured through driver Evelyn Hutchins and nurse Ruth Davidow, who place the Spanish Civil War within the context of World War II.  They argue that it was in Spain, and not in Poland or in Neville Chamberlain’s “appeasement” of Adolf Hitler, that the larger war began.

    Director Newman chooses to narrate Into the Fire exclusively through the words of the women volunteers. There is no third-person perspective or detached, omnipresent voice to tell the audience what it all means. There are contemporary interviews with the featured women, but mostly the film relies on recitations from articles, letters, notes and diaries written at the time. The interviews and recitations are illustrated with archival photographs and film footage, as well as original artwork by Mildred Rackley, one of the volunteers. Narrating the film in this way cultivates a sense of the diversity of the experiences among the American women who went to Spain, and resists the temptation to resolve those experiences into a single, authoritative story that could easily be sequestered and put into its so-called “proper” historical place—on the sidelines of the “real” fight.

    The film’s first act makes clear that all of the women who went, from writers like Martha Gelhorn to nurses like Esther Silverstein, felt some obligation to join the anti-fascist struggle, albeit for their own reasons, and they arrive via different pathways. While the international struggle against fascism provides a context and grounding for the war and a means of voluntarism for the women, the film goes against the grain of many war narratives by focusing on the ways in which the Spanish Civil War affected daily life rather than emphasizing the experience of war as a series of battlefield moments.  The film includes the Americans’ recollections of young Spanish girls and children going to school, the struggle to stay fed, and the difficulties of displacement from one’s home. The primary theater here is in the makeshift hospitals that served the loyalist forces, and that required constant reconfiguration as battlefronts moved and territorial holdings shifted. The American women featured in the film also express their admiration and solidarity with Spanish women, from those who fought to keep their families together to those who fought with weapons alongside the men.

    In addition to recasting living through war as an exhausting and at times mundane experience, Into the Fire also radically reframes American geopolitical history, particularly as it relates to World War II. The dominant story of World War II roots that conflict in the appeasement of Hitler in Czechoslovakia and the actual beginning of hostilities in Germany’s invasion of Poland, as indicated above. This narrative has been useful to US politicians and policymakers in that it envisions military power as the key to international relations and it ensures that the US stays on the right side of history: first by not being implicated in enabling German expansionism and then by setting America up as Europe / the world’s savior. Newman’s documentary, and the women she features, tells a very different story.

    While reaching its sharpest point in letters between Martha Gelhorn and Eleanor Roosevelt, the women volunteers in Into the Fire repeatedly criticize the official US policy of neutrality towards the conflict in Spain. This policy is seen as having not only sacrificed democratic principles to the demands of capital—US businesses sold supplies to both the Republicans and to Franco’s forces—but also effectively aided the better equipped fascist militaries. The movie’s narrative ends with Evelyn Hutchins and Ruth Davidow recounting their efforts to convince other Americans that the loyalist defeat in Spain was the beginning of a new world war. Here the US not only finds itself culpable in facilitating the start of World War II, but the lesson is not one of standing up to dictators with military force. Rather the lesson is of the necessity of supporting people in the cause of freedom, even when that means going against the interests of state.

    Notably for many of the women in the documentary, the fight for freedom and against fascism is not restricted to Europe or Spain. This is made most clear in the case of African-American nurse Salaria Kea, who, like other African-Americans, directly connects the struggle against fascism in Europe with the struggle for black civil rights and liberties in the US. The dominant narrative of World War II rests on a state-centered view of international relations wherein civil society stops at the boundaries between states. Outside of those boundaries one finds chaos, danger, and a host of threatening Others. The values and norms of freedom and democracy do not hold. For the American volunteers in Spain, such sharp distinctions between “inside” and “outside” did not exist. Solidarity with those seeking release from tyranny and oppression knew no bounds, and what happened “out there” is materially related to what happened “in here.” Indeed, as the rise of fascism in Europe reminded everyone, one’s own state may become just as much, or more, of a threat to one’s liberty than any “outside” force.

    At 58 minutes, Into the Fire spins its stories in a focused and efficient manner. It is also a useful length for community meetings and discussion groups and for most college courses. The new DVD version includes a short film, Archives of Activism, about the Abraham Lincoln Brigade Archives (ALBA) housed at New York University, a chronology of the Spanish Civil War, a stills gallery, a biography of director-producer Newman, a list of additional resources on the war, and trailers for other First Run Features. Archives of Activism covers ALBA’s development, its in-house and online resources, recent special events, and touring exhibits. It also shows undergraduates conducting research using the archive’s collection. This last feature may prove especially interesting to teachers looking to get their students working with primary historical sources. The stills gallery adds to the wealth of images already included in the film itself, but, at only 15 photos, is also very small. The chronology is a useful reference.

    A fair criticism of Into the Fire is that it does not delve into the internal politics of the Republican forces, which included an array of left-liberals, socialists, and communists, as well as allied anarchists, unionists, and ethnonationalist movements in Catalonia, Galicia, and the Basque region. The specific sympathies of the women in the film are not made clear. But maybe that doesn’t matter. The relative rightness and rivalries between different socialist, communist, and anarchist factions has received much attention from Orwell, Bookchin, et al. These are the kinds of stories that have managed to set aside the particular experiences of women in the war. They also, in their own ways, conceptualize war as a grand heroic struggle over the making of history at the expense of seeing its impact on the conduct of daily life. Into the Fire challenges both tendencies and, in so doing, constitutes a deeply humanistic portrait of the Spanish Civil War that compliments the more traditional, and uncritically masculinist, narratives that have generally shaped how the war is understood.

    This review was originally published at PopMatters on 3 July 2007


 


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