Free
Zone (*)
review by Jon
Waterman
Rebecca is an American who’s all set to marry an Israeli
man. They travel together to Jerusalem where thereafter they
break up. Desperate to escape, yet not waste the traveling
and cultural experience, she accompanies cab driver Hanna to
the Free Zone in Jordan. Hanna’s attempting to claim
payment for work her husband did. Instead of cash, she finds
Leila who states that the money and the man who owes it are
nowhere to be found. All three, an Israeli, a Palestinian,
and an American head out together in hopes of resolution. Good
luck.
I was bored from the first shot. For about nine minutes or
so we are treated to a profile shot of a crying Natalie Portman
(Rebecca) inside a car while we listen to the Israeli version
of the farmer and the dell which repeatedly asks the question
how much longer will the killing and aggression last. The shot
lasts so long it appears as if Portman runs out of ideas for
reaction shots and expressions. At least American audiences
can read the subtitles. Without those, the excruciating (for
the wrong reasons) shot would be even more ridiculous and boring.
It didn’t get much better after that. It’s just
too unnecessarily artsy. I don’t want to call it pretentious,
because it would work well if the opening shot and the long
sequence of superimpositions were handled by a better filmmaker
than Amos Gitai. The ten or fifteen minutes of superimpositions
was meant to physically show both that progress was being made
on the road and to lay down some of the backstory that lead
Rebecca to this point. If it were used a little more sparingly,
it would have shown us a ghost of a relationship that she is
obviously and understandably haunting her journey. Instead
it turns out to be imposing and overbearing; disconcerting
and confusing. We get to the point where we only want to follow
one image and we lose track of the narrative. I didn’t
come out of that sequence understanding what had happened between
the two fiancés. It does produce my favorite shot of
the film, which is simply a tight close-up of Rebecca laying
on her arm and looking out the window. Otherwise the first
half hour is pretty much junk.
Actually the whole thing pretty much is. There are a couple
of decent shots, and the acting is pretty good, especially
by Hana Laszlo (Hanna). And for a long time, it seemed like
the film wasn’t going to carry any type of political
message, which would be a surprising move and possibly a welcome
one. However as the film progresses, it takes on more of a
stance (Hanna and her husband used to sell flowers, now they
sell armored vehicles) as the characters…well, I would
say “define” themselves, but I think a better way
to put it is that they regress into stereotypes. The ending
is especially disappointing in that it completely negates everything
the rest of the movie had tried to build up. Even in the scene
directly preceding the final, horribly destructive shot, the
three strong women characters were rocking out in the car together!
Then it all magically falls apart at the drop of a hat. Pathetic.
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