Showing posts with label dictators. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dictators. Show all posts

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Just for the Aladeen of It


About a week ago, to celebrate the start of Eid al-Fitr, a holiday that comes at the conclusion of Ramadan, Azza and I drove to Bandar Cinema, a multi-screen complex located in Maadi, and bought tickets to see Sacha Baron Cohen’s latest, an over-the-top, campy thing called The Dictator.  To give you a little taste of what was on offer that evening, I’ve included the official movie trailer.

 
Earlier in the day, a few hours before we set out for the theater, I had Azza call the place just to make sure it would be open for business and to check that the film would come with Arabic subtitles.  The woman who answered the phone gave us an affirmative to both queries and then warned, speaking in a really serious voice as she did so, that the film was definitely not for children, a fact that was also made clear to anyone who happened to look at the movie poster on display at Bandar’s front door. 

     

Because I was familiar with some of Cohen’s earlier work, I knew what we were in for, and I tried to warn Azza about the director’s acting style and sense of humor before the film began.  I explained how much he liked to lampoon things.  I told her that he enjoyed making many moviegoers feel really uncomfortable.

To this day, I feel that Borat is one of the funniest and most interesting films of all time.  At the conclusion of The Dictator, I was a lot less sure that Cohen had succeeded.  I felt, many times during the movie, that he was being way too self-indulgent.  That said, I would still recommend the film to anyone who hasn’t seen it.

I suppose I mainly wanted to see the movie because I was curious how an Egyptian audience would respond, especially given the country’s recent history and the current political situation.  How, I wondered, would viewers in this part of the world react to a film about a dictator?  Plus, I wanted to know if they’d be able to handle a work that portrayed North Africans in stereotypical (and even offensive) ways. 

My answer to these questions came as soon as those around me laughed uproariously at Cohen’s first gag.  From that point forward, I sat back, relaxed, and got into the film.