TAHRIR: LIBERATION SQUARE but simply stays close enough to overhear conversations, arguments, and of course, the slogans and chants that are epidemic at all protests and that unfortunately -- unless you are among those doing the yelling -- are possibly the most boring way to spend one's time that has ever been invented. I am guessing that, for a filmmaker in the midst of all this, there must be something nearly hypnotic about the repetitive chanting because most filmmakers (from Buñuel during the Spanish Civil War right through to Savona) keep their camera on this occupation for far too long. I would estimate that a good fifteen or twenty minutes could be excised from Tahrir, with no negative ramifications. Sure, let's hear that slogan, once, twice -- OK, three times -- then, please: cut.
Mubarek. But then what? We see the President/Dictator speaking on TV; eventually the protesters drown him out. "I almost started to believe him again," one woman later notes, "but then his thugs attacked and killed eleven people. That's when I understood: They're all rotten."
Documentary in Bloom series at the Maysles Cinema in the Bronx. Click here for tickets and/or directions.