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Jung (War) In The Land Of The Mujaheddin
It's too pat to say that the Italian TV documentary Jung (War) In The Land Of The
Mujaheddin is more inherently watchable now than it would have been on Sept. 10.
Recorded on digital video over three lengthy stretches in 1999 and 2000 in Afghanistan
(and aired in two installments over the two-year period), Jung gets into the
accumulated injury of the country's interminable, devastating civil war. The film is
bloody and harrowing, marked by frontline battle action and gruesome scenes of emergency
surgery. Even if the U.S. weren't engaged in conflict at the very sites where
reporter-directors Fabrizio Lazzaretti and Alberto Vendemmiati shot the documentary, the
firsthand accounts of the Afghan struggles, first against the Soviets and then against the
Taliban, would still be vital viewing. Lazzaretti, Vendemmiati, and line-
producer-editor Giuseppe Petitto conceived the project when they learned that their
friend, retiring journalist Ettore Mo, wanted to return to the country he had covered for
20 years, to follow surgeon Gino Strada's efforts to build a hospital near a Northern
Alliance base. The first half of Jung tracks Strada's thwarted efforts, while the
second half shows the limits of success. Strada and British nurse Kate Rowlands do finally
establish a hospital in the town of Anobah, only to find that, in spite of their belief
that "saving human lives needs no justification," the work still gets
politicized when the Taliban and its restrictions push north. The forced angles and
strobe-like visual quality of Lazzaretti's digital-video cinematography creates effects
similar to the fight footage in Saving Private Ryan and Three Kings, and
Petitto's editing is so nimble and quick that at times Jung almost looks like a
fiction feature. But the severed limbs and bullet holes are clearly real, as are the
reactions of the Afghan citizens, frustrated that after two decades and a million
casualties, the violence continues with different faces behind the rocket launchers. The
film includes many surprising moments, from a man on the street who complains that the
Taliban is secretly run by "Pakistanis and Americans," to a battle-scarred
member of the Mujaheddin who fears giving blood. Even more unnerving than the mutilated
bodies are the women enveloped in robes that cover them from head to toe, with only a
woven lattice to see through. Their forced anonymity is a visual symbol of an observation
Strada makes during one exhausted moment: It takes five minutes to fire a missile, but
generations to repair the relationships damaged in the explosion. Noel Murray
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