A and I set out to enjoy a fun, forgettable movie last
night. The movie we chose, Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, will, eventually, be
forgettable, but its not-funness was very wrapped up in memory: the memory of
that corrupt and vile decade, the 00s in these here United States. The
overwhelming Orientalist stereoptypes, from Gunga Din to Savage to Wise Native;
the political blankness (this is a movie that locates one of its first scenes
at the Bagram Airforce base in 2002, which is famous for containing a torture
chamber in which at least two Afghan
civilians were tortured to death by American interrogators, without pausing to
allude to it)); the ridiculous intrusion of a sort of lean-in feminism as our
moral justification for being in Afghanistan (real feminism was introduced by
the Communists under the PDPA in 1978, which began a revolt that was stifled by
Soviet soldiers. The US then funded the mujahedin freedom fighters, as Reagan called them, who
put the subordination of women at the top of their list of complaints, and, in
power, quickly purged the hospitals of
women doctors and the schools of women students); and the unquestioning
subordination of the press to the military and the Bush narrative (although the
movie carefully never mentions George Bush), created, for me, an hour andd fifty
minute time trip back to the America of that decade.
Hollywood, of
course, with a small deviation in the seventies, has always kissed the ass of
the Pentagon, recognizing the Defense department as another smoke and mirrors laboratory,
covering itself in the rhetoric of uplift as it goes about accruing money and
power. In this movie, the soldiers are
all polite as pie, the generals crusty. No rapists here. No commander as bad as
Richard Myers, who missed Osama bin Laden riding away on his little pony –
apparently, they could bomb the peasants around the base of Tora Bora to their
hearts content, but they couldn’t bomb the paths out of Tora Bora and through
the mountains because they might hurt some innocent shepherds. The American government here, so well
intentioned that it positively squeaked, could never have countenanced the
airlift of Taliban leaders and fighters and ISI commandos from Kunduz to Pakistan. No, they were much too busy
doing, in their clumsy, loveable way, good to the country. In this Afghanistan war, the Taliban are the
ultimate evil. The Northern Alliance, the warlords the US teamed up with, are
only obliquely mentioned in a scene that hints at what they were famous for –
kidnapping and raping boys.
The end of this
thing was in the same spirit as the rest of it.. A cheerful vet, his legs blown
off but not at all bitter about it, expresses the view that nobody is
responsible for the war in Afghanistan. Its causes are too far back in history
to even think about. The unsuccessful, 14 year, trillion and a half dollar war
was just one of those things, like a mountain or a bad case of diarrhea. So
sweet! For if nobody is to blame, why, we can do it all over again!
Oh, and on a final
note: the movie is advertised as a rom-com. Cause of the Tina Fey main
character and such.
In a sense, this
does express the American self image about its imperialism. Big, brutish but
ulitimately sweet Uncle Sam meets demure, backwards Middle Eastern country and
in a hilarious and romantic courtship, bombs the shit out of it and introduces
it to the cell phone and dating! Loveable hijinx for the whole family.
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