San Francisco Bay Guardian 
      
By Robert Avila 
March 2002 
      War torn: Jung (War): In the Land of the Mujaheddin is the 
      rare exception to a world cinema that follows Hollywood's rules of 
      engagement.
Retrench!
Startling documentary Jung (War): In the Land of the Mujaheddin 
      leads us away from Hollywood's war movie frenzy.
      
A group of 254 British veterans from the 
      Falklands, Northern Ireland, Bosnia, and the Gulf War have just brought 
      suit against their Ministry of Defense for not adequately preparing them 
      for the "horrors of war." The revelation that anyone in our shared 
      Anglo-American mass culture could miss the point that war is a terrible, 
      dehumanizing, and deeply destructive affair may say something about the 
      way we on both sides of the Atlantic see war in general. Or didn't they 
      catch Saving Private Ryan over there? Despite our culture's saturation 
      with depictions of war - especially since the merciless reality of Sept. 
      11 - it's possible that we ourselves remain far from prepared for the real 
      thing. Ever since Steven Spielberg resurrected the war movie genre with a 
      whole new style of battlefield realism, war movies pretend to more than 
      just entertainment. They propose to educate us as well, claiming something 
      like the authority of a documentary in their exacting portrayal of battle 
      and fidelity to the historical record. We may take them at their word when 
      they style themselves as not just action movies but also exercises in 
      patriotism. That's patriotism equated with militarism, a patriotism that's 
      difficult to distinguish from an ad for the armed services.
The 
      current rush to put one militaristic fantasy after another onto America's 
      movie screens - We Were Soldiers and Black Hawk Down and Hart's War and 
      Wind Talkers - smacks of more than dollar signs chasing after war fever. 
      With the announcement in December of a campaign to use Muhammad Ali as 
      emissary to the Muslim world, Hollywood put on record its desire to share 
      in the war effort. But on whose behalf will it be working? The Ali 
      campaign nicely dovetailed with the Pentagon's short-lived Office of 
      Strategic Influence, designed in the wake of Sept. 11 to sway public 
      opinion abroad with true and possibly false information fed to the foreign 
      media. A hail of criticism quickly consigned the Pentagon's "Ministry of 
      Truth" to the memory hole, but meanwhile, on the home front, who's better 
      at strategic influence (a.k.a. wagging the dog) than 
      Hollywood?
Hollywood's leaders worry about appearing too cozy with 
      government when it comes to fighting terror, but films like Black Hawk 
      Down nevertheless rely on the assistance of the military for equipment and 
      personnel, including in this case two Army colonels who acted as script 
      consultants to director Ridley Scott. (Interestingly, in publicly 
      disassociating himself from the film at a recent speech at Columbia 
      University, reprinted on CounterPunch's Web site, actor Brendan Sexton III 
      noted that the script's initial if limited questioning of America's 
      objectives in Somalia never made it into the final cut.) Similarly, 
      Randall "Pearl Harbor" Wallace's We Were Soldiers relies on a firsthand 
      account cowritten by a battlefield colonel, a man (portrayed in the movie 
      by Mel Gibson) whose paternalistic depiction of the racial, emotional, and 
      political harmony of the army simply defies belief. If not outright 
      propaganda pictures, such films inevitably share much of the perspective 
      of the military itself. Their "educational value" lies squarely within the 
      general outlook of the military establishment, including its idea of the 
      nature of warfare, of duty to one's country, and the assumption that the 
      military is an unproblematic extension of core American values.
A 
      new documentary on pre-Sept. 11 Afghanistan's civil war provides an 
      instructive contrast to Hollywood's war. Even with the United States 
      engaged in an ongoing conflict in the region, Afghanistan is a startlingly 
      unfamiliar place in Jung (War): In the Land of the Mujaheddin. Passionate 
      and artfully constructed, the Italian-made documentary, shot during three 
      trips in 1999 and 2000, is the introduction to the people of Afghanistan 
      still largely missing from post-Sept. 11 news coverage. It is also a 
      sobering commentary on the nature of war at a time when Hollywood seems 
      bent on giving us only paeans to the military.
Jung (pronounced 
      "jang," the Dari word for war) chronicles a European-based effort to open 
      a hospital in the Panjshir Valley of northern Afghanistan, near the front 
      line where mujahideen forces later known as the Northern Alliance battled 
      the Taliban in the latest phase of a 20-year conflict. Leading the mission 
      are an Italian surgeon and a British nurse from Italy's human rights 
      agency Emergency and a veteran Italian war correspondent with contacts 
      among the mujahideen leadership. They are drawn to a country whose misery 
      has been largely ignored by the international community. If that's no 
      longer true, the humanitarian crisis depicted in the film is far from 
      over.
In a self-consciously cinematic but well-balanced style, 
      filmmakers Fabrizio Lazzaretti, Alberto Vendemmiati, and Giuseppe Petitto 
      use slow motion, montage, multiple camera angles, and a soundtrack 
      incorporating local music and a haunting modern score. Intended to draw 
      the widest possible audience to the film, according to a statement by 
      Petitto, the style underscores the strangeness of the landscape's 
      snow-covered mountains and rubble-filled valley, a place of physical and 
      social devastation, remote and exotic, where a preindustrial culture 
      dreadfully mingles with modern weaponry. In addition to the eloquent 
      impressions of the European trio, the documentary records short encounters 
      with former Afghan president Burhanuddin Rabbani and legendary military 
      leader Ahmed Shah Masood, "the Lion of Panjshir," (assassinated just two 
      days before the attacks on New York and Washington).
But the most 
      powerful impressions come from ordinary Afghans, whether in the midst of 
      battle in front-line trenches, in abject poverty and grief, or in 
      makeshift operating rooms where land mine victims, many of them children, 
      are treated before our eyes. Women give candid accounts of Taliban 
      brutality, a fearsome influence that keeps them completely shrouded. "We 
      are poor people without any hope," one says. "We can't go anywhere. Our 
      hope is that these Taliban go away, disappear." Children long for an end 
      to the war so that they can go back to school. The suffering is made more 
      excruciating by Afghans who ask why the world has forgotten them and by 
      our foreknowledge that the removal of the Taliban has yet to bring them 
      peace and security.
Jung offers little in the way of background to 
      the war, which can lend the impression that these mujahideen are 
      unproblematically on the side of the Afghan people, when in reality their 
      campaign was equally responsible for the maiming and killing of innocents. 
      Still, the film's sympathies clearly rest with the noncombatants on either 
      side of the fighting. The perspective of the Italian journalist, Ettore 
      Mo, can easily stand in for that of the filmmakers. "I am more interested 
      in the hidden outcome of things than in general politics or military 
      strategies," he says. "I'm interested in the little facts. I'm interested 
      in people. In other words, I'm on the side of those who suffer in silence 
      most of the time."
If Jung shows the guerrillas as human beings 
      rather than monsters (even Taliban prisoners of war get a hearing), it 
      does so somberly, aware that they are nevertheless terribly misguided. In 
      a telling scene, a convalescing soldier fills the ward with a spirited 
      battle song as other patients look on in dismal silence. After the soldier 
      is discharged we see him returning to the front to fight some more. The 
      goal of building a functioning hospital in the Panjshir Valley succeeds, 
      but it's a deeply qualified victory. The cycle of violence perpetuated by 
      the enthusiasm for the front is part of the disheartening reality of war 
      and accounts for the film's contagious mixture of despair and 
      hope.
Jung is the rare exception to a world cinema that follows 
      Hollywood's rules of war. Since it is unlikely that the U.S. government 
      will ever again make the mistake of allowing television cameras to show us 
      our wars up close and risk what they call the "Vietnam syndrome," our 
      images of war will otherwise continue to rely heavily on Hollywood's 
      carefully constructed reenactments (couched, of course, in melodramatic 
      formulas that include obligatory sermonizing on the noble sacrifices 
      attendant in warfare). Such depictions move us further from the reality of 
      war even as they revel in the minutia of battlefield statistics. After 
      all, if even soldiers (albeit British ones) can find themselves completely 
      unprepared for "the horrors of war," it's clear Hollywood isn't doing its 
      job. Or, then again, maybe it is.v 'Jung (War): In the Land of the 
      Mujaheddin' plays Fri/15-Thurs/28, Roxie Cinema. See Rep Clock, in Film 
      listings, for show times.