“The June 1967 defeat was tantamount to an alarm bell that aroused the dormant Arab consciousness from its long slumber; it awakened the Arabs from their dreaming, shaking their faith in all the nationalistic slogans and bringing into question the ability of the military regimes to fulfill the duties they had taken unto themselves and had so loftily and widely declared.”
This was Tunisian filmmaker Nouri Bouzid’s introduction to his analysis of post-1967 Arab cinema in ‘New Realism in Arab Cinema: the Defeat-Conscious Cinema’. The loss of the Arab armies against Israel that year, and the ensuing disillusionment with Pan-Arab unity, resulted in the filmmakers of this time and place finding new ways to capture aculturally decaying world. This is most notably seen in the “New Lebanese Cinema” of the 1970s and 1980s, where filmmakers like Heiny Srour and Jocelyne Saab blended documentary and fiction, as well as the personal and the political, to create films where human life endured amidst rubble.
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If the loss of the Six-Day War awakened Arabs from adream, the following decades only brought nightmares. The Lebanese Civil War broke out in 1975 – a15-year-long conflict that led to an estimated 150,000 people killed. Saab, areporter based in Paris at the time, returned to Beirut, and would go on to make anumber of documentary films capturing the destruction of the city she was born in. In only afew years, her non-fiction work evolved to take amore personal and poetic style of capture. The Beirut Trilogy – comprisingBeirut, Never Again (1976),ALetter from Beirut (1978), andBeirut, My City (1983) – depicts the schism within Lebanon and the subsequent involvement from Israeli, Arab, and United Nations forces like acurse that has befallen Lebanon. Civilians attempt the mundanities of everyday life whilst refugees in their own houses.
Beirut, Never Againopens with discordant screeching and the sound of gunshots, soundtracking amontage of destroyed buildings and choked streets. Saab narrates, calling aBeirut that once was with both reverence and sadness. She describes the tourists who once frequented the city as flies, and the luxury items that were “carelessly” imported. She also details the city’s once beautiful architecture. It is abitter, broken poetry on display. All of the good and bad of before is yearned for, while everything in frame is aghost of its former self.
While the narration of the film laments apast never to return, Saab’s camera remains focused on the present circumstances of Beirut’s people. Life and death are always in the same frame. Children inhabit the streets as if they are newly created yet desecrated playgrounds, playing in polluted waters while corpses lay on the beach. People frequently walk past the camera sporting AK-47s along with flowers. In one moment, atrio of grenades are seen cradling adeck of cards placed upon achair, both items ready to be used by anearby group of young men and boys in case either leisure or lethality find them. It is almost always true that the people holding the weapons aren’t much bigger than the guns themselves. “The older the war gets, the younger the fighters are becoming,” Saab remarks despondently.
Two years later, Saab would completeALetter from Beirut, which continues this focus on the attempted ordinary routines of people experiencing catastrophe. Long stretches of the film show the candid conversations between civilians taking the public buses, as Saab herself travels across the partitions to capture the various sides of the war. Often people speak of the places they cannot go and those they cannot see. One woman speaks of how she used to attend college, but now the bus cannot cross the military demarcation lines; another lost her home to the war, leaving her and her 12 children stranded; yet another explains her husband and son have been kidnapped. The bombings from various armies, including Israel and their scorched earth policy, renders the countryside uninhabitable. At one point ayoung boy points at various houses while naming who lives there, but when the film cuts to the home, it has been demolished.
