Hollywood’s new censors

Film critics rarely question the corporate control exhibited in movies such as Munich, which endorse Israeli policy

When I returned from the war in Vietnam, I wrote a film script as an antidote to the myth that the war had been an ill-fated noble cause. I sent the draft to Hollywood’s major studios, the responses of which were favourable — well, almost. Each issued a report card in which the final category, “politics”, included comments such as: “This is real, but are the American people ready for it? Maybe they’ll never be.”

By the late Seventies Hollywood judged Americans ready for a different kind of Vietnam movie. The first was The Deer Hunter which, according to Time, “articulates the new patriotism”. The film celebrated immigrant America, with Robert de Niro as a working-class hero (“liberal by instinct”) and the Vietnamese as subhuman Oriental barbarians and idiots, or “gooks”. The dramatic peak was reached during recurring orgiastic scenes in which general infantry soldiers (GIs) were forced to play Russian roulette by their Vietnamese captors. This was made up by the director Michael Cimino, who also made up a story that he had served in Vietnam. “I have this insane feeling that I was there,” he said. “Somehow — the line between reality and fiction has become blurred.”

The Deer Hunter was regarded as almost documentary by ecstatic critics. “The film that could purge a nation’s guilt!” said the London Daily Mail. Catharsis was at hand. The Vietnam movies became a revisionist popular history of the great crime in Indo-China. That more than four million people had died terribly and unnecessarily and their homeland poisoned to a wasteland was not the concern of these films. Rather, Vietnam was an “American tragedy”, in which the invader was to be pitied in a blend of false bravado-and-angst: sometimes crude (the Rambo films) and sometimes subtle (Oliver Stone’s Platoon). What mattered was the strength of the purgative.

None of this, of course, was new; it was how Hollywood created the myth of the Wild West, which was harmless enough unless you happened to be a Native American; and how World War II has been relentlessly glorified, which may be harmless enough unless you happen to be one of countless innocent human beings, from Serbia to Iraq, whose deaths or dispossession are justified by moralising references to 1939 to 1945.

Hollywood’s gooks, its Untermenschen (subhumans), are essential to this crusade — the dispatched Somalis in Ridley Scott’s Black Hawk Down and the sinister Arabs in movies such as Rendition, in which the torturing CIA is absolved by Jake Gyllenhal’s good egg. In 167 minutes of Steven Spielberg’s Munich, about hostage-taking at the Olympic Games in 1972, the Palestinian cause is restricted to just two-and-a-half minutes. Far from being an “even-handed cry for peace”, as one critic claimed, Spielberg’s film is a well-made, liberal, at times subtle, corporate-backed endorsement of Israel.

With honourable exceptions, film critics rarely question this corporate control, this true power behind the screen, and its web of arms companies and other bastions of United States foreign policy. Obsessed with celebrity actors and vacuous narratives, they emit safe snipes and sneers, and promote a deeply political system that dominates most of what we pay to see, knowing not what we are denied.

Brian de Palma’s 2007 film Redacted shows an Iraq the media does not report. He depicts the homicides and gang rapes that are never prosecuted and are the essence of any colonial conquest. In the New York Village Voice, the critic Anthony Kaufman, in abusing the “divisive” De Palma for his “perverse tales of voyeurism and violence”, did his best to taint the film as a kind of heresy and to bury it.

In this way the “war on terror” — the conquest and subversion of resource-rich regions of the world, the ramifications and oppressions of which touch all our lives — is almost excluded from popular cinema. Michael Moore’s outstanding Fahrenheit 911 was a freak; the notoriety of its distribution ban by the Walt Disney Company helped to force its way into cinemas. My own 2007 film, The War on Democracy, which inverted the “war on terror” in Latin America, was distributed in Britain and other countries, but not in the US. “You will need to make structural and political changes,” said a major New York distributor. “Maybe get a star like Sean Penn to host it — he likes liberal causes — and tame those anti-Bush sequences.”

During the Cold War Hollywood’s state propaganda was unabashed. The classic 1957 dance movie, Silk Stockings, was an anti-Soviet diatribe interrupted by the fabulous footwork of Cyd Charisse and Fred Astaire. These days there are two types of censorship. The first is censorship by introspective dross. Betraying its long tradition of producing gems, escapist Hollywood is consumed by the corporate formula: just make ’em long and asinine and hope the hype will pay dividends. Ricky Gervais is his clever comic self in a new blockbuster, Ghost Town, while around him stale, formulaic characters sentimentalise the humour to death.

These are extraordinary times. Vicious colonial wars and political, economic and environmental corruption cry out for a place on the big screen. Yet try to name one recent film that has dealt with these, honestly and powerfully, let alone satirically.

Censorship by omission is virulent. We need another Wall Street, another Last Hurrah, another Dr Strangelove. Africa barely exists; India is Slumdog Millionaire, a fantasy of rags to riches made to warm American hearts and Oscar judges.

Those who fought, unsung, against apartheid and today struggle against a legacy of economic apartheid are no less worthy and far more inspiring than Hollywood’s fabricated heroes. The partisans who tunnel out of their prison in Gaza, bringing in food, clothes, medicines and weapons with which to defend themselves are no less heroic than the celluloid-honoured prisoners of war and partisans of the “good war” of the 1940s. They, and the rest of us, deserve the respect of the greatest popular medium.


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John Pilger
John Pilger is an award-winning journalist, filmmaker, and author.

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