Bamako


1h 55m 2006

Brief Synopsis

Caught in the stranglehold of debt and structural adjustment, the African continent is fighting for its survival. In the face of this disaster, representatives of African society bring an action against international financial institutions. The trial takes place in Bamako, in the yard of a house, am

Film Details

Also Known As
Court, The
MPAA Rating
Genre
Drama
Foreign
Political
Release Date
2006
Production Company
Les Films Du Losange
Distribution Company
New Yorker Films; Curzon Artificial Eye; Kairos Films; Les Films Du Losange; New Yorker Films; New Yorker Films

Technical Specs

Duration
1h 55m

Synopsis

Caught in the stranglehold of debt and structural adjustment, the African continent is fighting for its survival. In the face of this disaster, representatives of African society bring an action against international financial institutions. The trial takes place in Bamako, in the yard of a house, among its inhabitants who go about their business, attentive or indifferent to the debates. Among them are Chaka and Mele--she is a singer in a bar and he is unemployed. It also doesn't help that their relationship is on the rocks.

Film Details

Also Known As
Court, The
MPAA Rating
Genre
Drama
Foreign
Political
Release Date
2006
Production Company
Les Films Du Losange
Distribution Company
New Yorker Films; Curzon Artificial Eye; Kairos Films; Les Films Du Losange; New Yorker Films; New Yorker Films

Technical Specs

Duration
1h 55m

Articles

Bamako - BAMAKO - An Audacious Blend of Documentary and Drama from Filmmaker Abderrahmane Sissako on DVD


Bamako (2006), from the heart of Mali, is also a cry from the heart of Africa. Conceived as a mock trial of the First and Second Worlds, and unfolding in the courtyard of the house in Bamako (Mali's capital) where filmmaker Abderrahmane Sissako grew up, it's a scorching polemic that accuses the West of looting Africa in a so-called post-colonial age by simply rejiggering and relabeling the same old colonialism as benevolence. By the time it's over, you're left in no doubt about the eloquence of Africans who have at least empowered themselves to the extent of proclaiming that they know the global economic deck is stacked against them.

It accuses the International Monetary Fund (IMF), the World Bank, G8 and the World Trade Organization (WTO) of keeping Africa poor by draining Africa's resources away from its own sustenance and development in order to repay debts incurred to exploit and export African resources in ways that work against African life. With one woman trenchantly making the point that Africa has become the victim of its own riches, it accuses the rest of the world of getting rich off Africa, dictating the terms in a lopsided power equation, making Africans demonstrably worse off – less educated, less cared for by a diminished health system, deeper in debt than ever. And yes, there are plenty of Africans helping them do it.

To help the staged proceedings avoid the trap of unrelieved didacticism, Sissako injects bits of daily life that spill in and out of the court and courtyard and its periphery. Chickens and goats make their way obliviously around the robed, wigged judges (played by real judges and lawyers) in the dusty enclosure, heightening the absurdity and theatricality. Spectators chat. Some fall asleep under the hot sun. Sissako juggles humor and poignancy, inserting shots of a man dying of AIDS and a beautiful nightclub singer (Aissa Maiga) whose marriage to a bewildered husband is corroding, with the fate of their family left hanging as she sings her heart out in half-empty nightclubs.

A French defense lawyer uses a break in the proceedings to haggle with a street vendor over a pair of sunglasses he complains are fake Guccis. A corrupt cop placidly plays out his daily routines. A gun emerges, momentarily raising the stakes. Inexorably, a picture arises of an Africa stuffed with goods and people caught in a spiral of declining living standards as Africans lose control over those small parts of their infrastructure and resources owing to misrule by native African elites. At one point the trial is halted by the entrance of a wedding party, the grim gravity of the snowballing indictment interrupted by festive energies.

Bamako may sound like a hodge-podge. Actually, it's complex, subtle and intricately crafted. The seemingly disconnected parts resonate, thematically knit together, as Sissako's intellect reins in his moral outrage, until its seemingly conflicting elements mesh into a juggernaut of a whole, with the film's point of view coming to us not as a screed, but as felt knowledge, the fruits of experience ruefully learned at high cost.

Witness after witness adds to the verbal mosaic, often in languages many seated on the benches and folding chairs do not know. Language itself – and by extension tribal perspective -- is seen as a separating influence among Africans ever more sorely in need of communal and collective action. The distancing helps the film retain its heat. Bamako, in which each day's camera and microphone setups are seen, is as Brechtian as it is African, deliberately making its artifice part of its esthetic, making alienation one of its weapons. It's brought home with piercing effectivness in the testimony of a parched old man, pouring a lifetime of accumulated anguish over the proceedings in a tongue nobody but him understands. But nobody can fail to understand the weight of pain and suffering in his voice and in his face.

Yet even here, Sissako refuses to let sentimental and unexamined accusations weaken the film or its arguments. And ferociously as he glares at global capitalism and its agents, Sissako isn't about to let Africans off the hook by allowing them to seem sanctified victims. Africa's complicity in its own subjugation, apart from its own bloody history of corruption and misrule and mutual extermination, is indicated when the villagers disconnect the speakers broadcasting the proceedings to those outside the packed courtyard on the grounds that the testimony has droned on too long and has become boring.

It's more vividly brought home in a heightened insert, a mock Western titled Death in Timbuktu, in which American cowboys ride into an African village, Wild Bunch-style, spraying the place with bullets, killing women and children. Thus does Western pop culture, eagerly soaked up by Africans, become one of the nails being hammered into Africa's coffin. The head gunslinger in the film-within-a-film, incidentally, is played by Danny Glover, who also co-produced. Thusly, and by playing the guy fighting the bad fight in the ultra-violent parody, does he fight the good fight. There are no consolations in Bamako, and there's plenty of guilt to go around. But Sissako imaginatively and potently powers up his ambitious hot-wired indictment with a cool virtuosity that keeps us riveted.

For more information about Bamako, visit New Yorker Films. To order Bamako, go to TCM Shopping.

by Jay Carr
Bamako - Bamako - An Audacious Blend Of Documentary And Drama From Filmmaker Abderrahmane Sissako On Dvd

Bamako - BAMAKO - An Audacious Blend of Documentary and Drama from Filmmaker Abderrahmane Sissako on DVD

Bamako (2006), from the heart of Mali, is also a cry from the heart of Africa. Conceived as a mock trial of the First and Second Worlds, and unfolding in the courtyard of the house in Bamako (Mali's capital) where filmmaker Abderrahmane Sissako grew up, it's a scorching polemic that accuses the West of looting Africa in a so-called post-colonial age by simply rejiggering and relabeling the same old colonialism as benevolence. By the time it's over, you're left in no doubt about the eloquence of Africans who have at least empowered themselves to the extent of proclaiming that they know the global economic deck is stacked against them. It accuses the International Monetary Fund (IMF), the World Bank, G8 and the World Trade Organization (WTO) of keeping Africa poor by draining Africa's resources away from its own sustenance and development in order to repay debts incurred to exploit and export African resources in ways that work against African life. With one woman trenchantly making the point that Africa has become the victim of its own riches, it accuses the rest of the world of getting rich off Africa, dictating the terms in a lopsided power equation, making Africans demonstrably worse off – less educated, less cared for by a diminished health system, deeper in debt than ever. And yes, there are plenty of Africans helping them do it. To help the staged proceedings avoid the trap of unrelieved didacticism, Sissako injects bits of daily life that spill in and out of the court and courtyard and its periphery. Chickens and goats make their way obliviously around the robed, wigged judges (played by real judges and lawyers) in the dusty enclosure, heightening the absurdity and theatricality. Spectators chat. Some fall asleep under the hot sun. Sissako juggles humor and poignancy, inserting shots of a man dying of AIDS and a beautiful nightclub singer (Aissa Maiga) whose marriage to a bewildered husband is corroding, with the fate of their family left hanging as she sings her heart out in half-empty nightclubs. A French defense lawyer uses a break in the proceedings to haggle with a street vendor over a pair of sunglasses he complains are fake Guccis. A corrupt cop placidly plays out his daily routines. A gun emerges, momentarily raising the stakes. Inexorably, a picture arises of an Africa stuffed with goods and people caught in a spiral of declining living standards as Africans lose control over those small parts of their infrastructure and resources owing to misrule by native African elites. At one point the trial is halted by the entrance of a wedding party, the grim gravity of the snowballing indictment interrupted by festive energies. Bamako may sound like a hodge-podge. Actually, it's complex, subtle and intricately crafted. The seemingly disconnected parts resonate, thematically knit together, as Sissako's intellect reins in his moral outrage, until its seemingly conflicting elements mesh into a juggernaut of a whole, with the film's point of view coming to us not as a screed, but as felt knowledge, the fruits of experience ruefully learned at high cost. Witness after witness adds to the verbal mosaic, often in languages many seated on the benches and folding chairs do not know. Language itself – and by extension tribal perspective -- is seen as a separating influence among Africans ever more sorely in need of communal and collective action. The distancing helps the film retain its heat. Bamako, in which each day's camera and microphone setups are seen, is as Brechtian as it is African, deliberately making its artifice part of its esthetic, making alienation one of its weapons. It's brought home with piercing effectivness in the testimony of a parched old man, pouring a lifetime of accumulated anguish over the proceedings in a tongue nobody but him understands. But nobody can fail to understand the weight of pain and suffering in his voice and in his face. Yet even here, Sissako refuses to let sentimental and unexamined accusations weaken the film or its arguments. And ferociously as he glares at global capitalism and its agents, Sissako isn't about to let Africans off the hook by allowing them to seem sanctified victims. Africa's complicity in its own subjugation, apart from its own bloody history of corruption and misrule and mutual extermination, is indicated when the villagers disconnect the speakers broadcasting the proceedings to those outside the packed courtyard on the grounds that the testimony has droned on too long and has become boring. It's more vividly brought home in a heightened insert, a mock Western titled Death in Timbuktu, in which American cowboys ride into an African village, Wild Bunch-style, spraying the place with bullets, killing women and children. Thus does Western pop culture, eagerly soaked up by Africans, become one of the nails being hammered into Africa's coffin. The head gunslinger in the film-within-a-film, incidentally, is played by Danny Glover, who also co-produced. Thusly, and by playing the guy fighting the bad fight in the ultra-violent parody, does he fight the good fight. There are no consolations in Bamako, and there's plenty of guilt to go around. But Sissako imaginatively and potently powers up his ambitious hot-wired indictment with a cool virtuosity that keeps us riveted. For more information about Bamako, visit New Yorker Films. To order Bamako, go to TCM Shopping. by Jay Carr

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Released in United States Winter February 14, 2007

Released in United States June 1, 2007

Released in United States on Video April 15, 2008

Released in United States 2006

Released in United States September 2006

Released in United States October 2006

Released in United States 2007

Released in United States January 2007

Shown at London Film Festival (World Cinema Gala) October 18-November 2, 2006.

Shown at New York Film Festival September 29-October 15, 2006.

Shown at San Sebastian Film Festival (Zabaltegi/Pearls) September 21-30, 2006.

Shown at Pusan International Film Festival (World Cinema) October 12-20, 2006.

Shown at Rotterdam International Film Festival January 24-February 4, 2007.

Shown at San Francisco International Film Festival (World Cinema) April 26-May 10, 2007.

Shown at Palm Springs International Film Festival (Ciroc Modern Masters, World Cinema Now) January 4-15, 2007.

Released in United States Winter February 14, 2007 (NY)

Released in United States June 1, 2007 (Los Angeles)

Released in United States on Video April 15, 2008

Released in United States 2006 (Shown at London Film Festival (World Cinema Gala) October 18-November 2, 2006.)

Released in United States 2006 (Shown at New York Film Festival September 29-October 15, 2006.)

Released in United States September 2006 (Shown at San Sebastian Film Festival (Zabaltegi/Pearls) September 21-30, 2006.)

Released in United States October 2006 (Shown at Pusan International Film Festival (World Cinema) October 12-20, 2006.)

Released in United States 2007 (Shown at Rotterdam International Film Festival January 24-February 4, 2007.)

Released in United States 2007 (Shown at San Francisco International Film Festival (World Cinema) April 26-May 10, 2007.)

Released in United States January 2007 (Shown at Palm Springs International Film Festival (Ciroc Modern Masters, World Cinema Now) January 4-15, 2007. )