Women’s Basketball, Women’s Freedom in Iraq: LFM Reviews Salaam Dunk @ The 2012 Human Rights Watch Film Festival

By Joe Bendel. There was no Title IX in Iraq under Saddam. In fact, the general idea of gender equity that motivated the landmark legislation remains scarce throughout the region. Yet, two years after its founding, the American University of Iraq, Sulaimani (AUIS) fielded a pioneering women’s basketball team. They never won a game during their first season. David Fine documents their second in the truly inspiring Salaam Dunk, which screens as part of the 2012 Human Rights Watch Film Festival in New York.

Their students are the future leaders of Iraq. Offering a rigorous academic program in the relatively sheltered environment of Sulaimani, AUIS makes a point of recruiting a cross section of Iraq’s population. As a result, the nascent women’s basketball team boasts a roster of Arabs, Kurds, Shiites, Sunnis, and Christians. They are led by Coach Ryan, a visiting American English lecturer. Tough but supportive, he is a refreshing antidote to all the wrong sorts of coaches who have made the news recently. However, everyone is keenly aware that his fellowship ends with the current academic year.

For students from Baghdad, Sulaimani is an island of stability, yet many still worry about their families. Nearly all team members have lost friends or family to violence. As Coach Ryan observes, his team has faced more in their still young lives than most of those watching their documentary will ever have to contend with. Not merely an extracurricular activity, basketball becomes something uniquely “theirs.” It bonds the young women together and gives them a sense of identity. They also want to win.

Probably no genre traffics in shopworn clichés like the sports documentary, but Salaam is something else entirely. When the coach consoles his team after a hard loss that their gutty performance is more important than a “W” or an “L,” it is not hollow. It is a profoundly heavy moment. Notions of sportsmanship and the “healing power of sport” take on very real meaning here.

Director-editor-co-cinematographer Fine gives viewers a full sense of players’ personalities, as well as that of their coach and student-manager. They are all bright and immensely likable. Indeed, the experience of AUIS in general and the women’s basketball team in particular appears to be a successful social catalyst, bringing the diverse team together, despite their religious and ethnic differences. This does not mean Salaam is uneventful. The AUIS team just saves their drama for the court (or the classroom or the debating society).

This is a great documentary. The term “crowd-pleaser” just does not cover it. While the circumstances of the Iraq War unavoidably hang over the young Iraqis, Salaam scrupulously avoids politics, as such. It is one of the best sports docs in years, but it is not really about games and stats. It is about a group of young scholars becoming athletes and leaders, who will inspire audience confidence in Iraq’s future. While the HRW festival is always a radically mixed bag, Salaam Dunk and the opening night selection, Alison Klayman’s Ai Weiwei: Never Sorry, the Sundance alumnus profiling the Chinese dissident artist, are two films that should absolutely not be missed. Highly recommended, Salaam Dunk screens this Saturday (6/16), Sunday (6/17), and Monday (6/18) at the Walter Reade Theater.

LFM GRADE: A

Posted on June 14th, 2012 at 11:29am.

Pulp in the City: LFM Reviews The Girl from the Naked Eye

By Joe Bendel. In Neil Jordan’s Mona Lisa, a petty criminal forms an ambiguous bond with the upscale prostitute he is hired to drive. It is a good movie, so try to forget it, temporarily. While their relationship is superficially similar, this tale of a working woman and her schlepper is all about pulp and revenge. Yes, the title character will unfortunately only be appearing in flashbacks throughout David Ren’s The Girl from the Naked Eye (trailer here), which opens this Friday in New York.

A self-described hash-up, Jake is taking the death of his high class call girl associate Sandy rather hard. Deep in debt to the mob, he took a job with the Naked Eye, a strip club whose sleazy proprietor Simon makes his real money running the top girls as prostitutes. Jake used to be Sandy’s driver, but requested a new assignment right before her murder. His feelings for her will become clear from his series of ruminative flashbacks.

In the present day, Jake only has one concern: making the killer pay. Obviously, he wants to know who saw her last, but Simon will not willingly give up her client list. A savage beat-down later, Jake is on the trail, but he will have to contend with Simon’s thugs and his crooked cop partner, who is in serious damage control mode.

This must be strip club week for the indie movie release beat, with Eye hitting theaters along with Mathieu Demy’s more heralded Americano. Ironically, Eye’s lack of pretense earns it a limited nod over its self-serious French competitor. Though far from classic, at least it feels no need to apologize for a little sex and violence.

A lurid, grindhouse vibe.

Indeed, action director-co-star Ron Yuan makes several key contributions, including an inventively staged (and decidedly un-Raid-like) fight sequence, in which Jake and four security guards all become increasingly battered and exhausted as it stretches on. He also gives the film a jolt of energy as Simon, delivering a surprising number of laughs and developing real anti-chemistry with Brandy Grace, who makes quite an impression as Angela, his caustic mistress and top earner.

Eye also features two entertaining more-or-less cameos, including Sasha Grey, appearing fully clothed as a bystander in Simon’s hotel for hookers. Dominique Swain has a bit more substantial role as Alissa, a not yet disillusioned lady of the evening, who gives the dense Jake a few helpful tips, via Nancy Drew. Both give brief lifts to the film’s moody luridness. Every bit helps, especially since leads Jason Yee and Samantha Street are bit bland in their dramatic scenes together as Jake and Sandy. Still, the former is quite convincing in his action scenes.

Trying too hard to be noir, Eye is weighed down by narration that would be over the top even for a parody (which it might possibly be). Nevertheless, the colorful supporting cast deserves props for embracing the grindhouse vibe. Clearly a B-movie best saved for late night cable viewing, The Girl from the Naked Eye nonetheless opens tomorrow (6/15) in New York at the AMC Empire.

LFM GRADE: C+

Posted on June 14th, 2012 at 11:28am.