Regrettably, I’ve
experienced some difficulty getting my screener copy of the documentary
Enemies of Happiness
by Eva Mulvad and Anja Al-Erhayem to work properly. Thought it might
just not want to play on my office computer, so I took it home this
afternoon and experienced the same irreversible freeze-up. Hopefully I
can make it over to view the whole deal at Esperanza tomorrow (7:15 pm)
— fingers crossed our Best Of prep doesn’t go too
late.
As of now I’ve only
seen 15 minutes of it, but what I liked about Enemies of
Happiness is
that I sensed the female voice right off the bat. I know what you might
be thinking, that female voice = girly = romantic-comedy, but actually
most rom-coms are directed by men. As much of my job entails reviewing
films that have a wide release, and are almost always helmed by men, it
was so refreshing to have an underrepresented voice wash over me. It
isn’t something I can really lay a finger on — I
mean certainly we can talk about the concept of “the
gaze” — but Mulvad and Al-Erhayem have tapped into
something even more evanescent in their documentation of
Afghanistan’s Malalai Joya, who contended against the Grand
Council and later ran in her country’s first parliamentary
elections in the face of death threats.
Arguably, the most affecting
part of the portion of the film I was a able to view was a scene in
which the filmmakers captured a mob of men and boys passing
out/grabbing/pasting photos of Joya in which she was labeled as a
prostitute. We’ve all felt scared for the female protagonists
in films before — to the point of being sick at our stomachs
maybe — but this was not contrived. This was real and
horrifying and the camera was close enough to capture the coldness and
cruelty in the eyes of the perpetrators. Wow. I only hope I can see the
rest tomorrow.