Daily Archives: November 12, 2008

Pray the Devil Back to Hell

A brisk, affecting and tightly coiled documentary snapshot of the transformative power of moral courage, Pray the Devil Back to Hell tells the remarkable story of a group of fed-up women whose demonstrations and non-violent demands for peace finally helped transform their war-ravaged homeland of Liberia. During a brutal, decade-long campaign that displaced one-third of the country’s population, Liberia’s poor were held hostage between self-anointed President Charles Taylor and thuggish warlord factions jockeying for their own future power. Standing up against rape, murder and child militias, the struggle of these women would eventually culminate with the exile of Taylor and the election of Ellen Johnson Sirleaf, Africa’s first elected female head of state.

Giving wide berth to their inspiring interview subjects, director Gina Reticker and originating producer Abigail Disney construct a film that is heart-rending and enraging in equal measure, even if they don’t scratch much beyond the surface of some of the more interesting subcomponents of the story — which include the potentially fractious working union between Christian and Muslim congregations, as well as a coercive sex strike to bend husbands to their cause. Human understanding and betterment are achieved mostly through bearing witness, and this film, similar in mission to the work of the Shoah Visual History Foundation, provides powerful firsthand testimony of the capacity for decency to eventually trump evil. For more information on the film, click here. (Balcony Releasing, unrated, 72 minutes)

Happy Birthday, Anne Hathaway

It’s a happy birthday to Anne Hathaway, who turns 26 today, and probably doesn’t celebrate by calling imprisoned  ex-beau Raffaello Follieri. After two hit Disney flicks opposite Julie Andrews, plus turns in Ella Enchanted and Nicholas Nickleby, Hathaway began an earnest, concerted effort to shed her princess-y image with the 2005 one-two topless punch of Brokeback Mountain, for which she beat out Sienna Miller and dozens of other actresses, and Barbara Kopple’s Havoc (below). For many actresses, of course, that means playing hookers, stripper drug fiends, black widow femme fatales, or some combination thereof.



In savvy fashion, though, Hathaway has run an end-around on topless convention. Brokeback Mountain, of course, was a supporting role in an Oscar-bait project, but the fact that it was a movie about, you know, gay cowboys guaranteed that it would be remembered — or at least publicly discussed — chiefly for other reasons. While Havoc rather inexplicably went straight-to-video — something Hathaway couldn’t have counted on, nor wished — it was a gritty, class-clash suburban-teens-gone-wild picture, kind of like a more hardcore crazy/beautiful, spiced with barrio authenticity. Another legit film, in other words.

So basically Hathaway gets total cred with the drooling Maxim crowd, because the movies are Internet-searchable, yet she takes no hit with female audiences for tackling a sex bomb role, which often results in dramatically diminished same-sex appeal, as Angelina Jolie (among others) will attest. Now, in this fall’s Rachel Getting Married, Hathaway plays the (recovering) drug fiend… without getting naked, thank you very much.