[Originally posted - 1 February 2008]
What does it mean when you feel guilty laughing in a movie? It means you’re an American who understands the impact of the story’s historical events on the present.
Charlie Wilson’s War (Mike Nichols, 2008) elicits just such mixed emotions. Previewed Monday, 21 January 2007, at the Jam Factory, Melbourne, the based-on-truth story relates the actions of a virtually unknown U.S. Congressman of Texas, Charlie Wilson (Tom Hanks), who built a most unlikely coalition to fund the mujahidin during the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan in the early 1980s. Wilson was the first civilian honored by the CIA for valor in covert operations: getting the Soviets to withdraw from Afghanistan.
Starring Tom Hanks as Wilson, Julia Roberts as his well-heeled Texas matron ‘love’ interest, and Phillip Seymour Hoffman as a mid-level CIA operative Gust Avrakotos, Charlie Wilson’s War exposes the inner wheeling and dealing of Congress, money, and international spy organizations. The banter between Hanks and Hoffman exposed the irreverence with which those in power held (hold?) the fate of the world in their hands.
One scene that leaves the viewer in shock is Charlie and Gust’s sit-down in Jerusalem with a ‘friendly’ Mosad agent. Charlie manages to convince their Israeli companion to release the largest store of Soviet arms for use by the ‘freedom fighters’, and to cooperate with not only Pakistan, but also Egypt and the panoply of Muslim nations, including Saudi Arabia, to support the resistance. Saudi matches the US black ops appropriation dollar for dollar, allowing Wilson to increase an initial $5 million budget to $1 billion. Goes to prove that the enemy of my enemy may also be my enemy - or however that saying goes - no matter what the cost.
The sad aspect of the film is the final Defense Appropriations committee meeting when Charlie asks for continued support of just $1 million to rebuild the country. If you are going to see the film, and I do highly recommend it, suffice it to say that the chickens came home to roost, and 90% of the world is dealing with the negative and short-sighted outcome of that meeting. One could argue that the seed for 9/11 was planted right then. Lessons have not been learned, and perhaps they never will be.
Cinematically, the images are a mix of old news footage of the era, grand vistas and refugee tent cities filmed in the deserts of Morocco, glam and glitter in Washington and Texas power circles. Disturbing shots of Soviet migs strafing and helicopters firing rockets on the defenseless Afghani women and children are confronting, especially since what happened then repeated a mere twenty years later. The impact of the film is intense.
Laughter can break tension. Screenplay writer Aaron Sorkin (West Wing) and legend director Mike Nichols (The Odd Couple, Plaza Suite, Spamalot) have created a sardonic entertainment, not just a re-creation of a little known backgrounder to the current nightmare we are living with today.