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34 of 41 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
Haunting Scenes, September 23, 2002
By A Customer
The question, of course, is how you approach a topic as vastly horrific as the Armenian Genocide without leaving your audience overwhelmed and numb. The answer is that you tell another story against the backdrop of the unfathomable horrors, thereby giving your audience just enough of a hint of the horrors without drowning them in it.Spielberg pulled off this device pretty well in "Schindler's List". You see the ovens of Auschwitz, but not the people actually burned in them. You see the piles of bodies, but not them being slaughtered. In "Ararat" they tell the story of the making of a film about the Armenian Genocide, and inside that is the story of an Armenian American artist named Gorky who survived those horrors. Placing the scenes of mass murder, gang rape, and atrocity upon atrocity as a film-within-a-film provides enough emotional space to make these horrors psychologically manageable. While the film is very, very good, I'm not sure that the director pulled off the trick completely. I think his missed the mark of greatness. The subplots got a little busy and soap-opera-ish, in my opinion. There was an unrelated suicide, something about a terrorist attack. Apparently some statement on gay rights. Quasi-incest. Heroin smuggling. I dunno. I didn't see the point in all of that. The story of the gay son of the customs agent and his Turkish Canadian lover was over the top, out of place. Was the intent seriously to compare the plight of a middle class gay couple in Toronto in 2001 to the horrors of Lake Van in 1915? I hope not, for that would be the worst sort of blasphemy. Also the story of the young Armenian Canadian protaganist and his semi-incestuous relationship with his step-sister was just bizarre. What was the point of that? There was also a story of his unwiting smuggling heroin from Turkey and how this somehow helped the father of the young gay man (lover of the Turkish actor) accept his lifestyle. Maybe the director was saying that we get only homosexuality and drugs from Turkey, but I don't know. I think that some of this should have been cut, for detracting from the main point. Some of the dialogue got a bit didactic, with the characters delivering tendentious lectures on Armenian history. But, that's all nitpicking. Taken as a whole, this is a fine film and one that will stay with me the rest of my life. It makes the point that the Turks committed a crime of the same type as Rwanda, Bosnia, and yes, the Holocaust, and that denying this fact is a terrible stain on humanity. The fact that Israel officially denies any comparison of the Holocuast to the Armenian Genocide and is apparently working behind the scenes through its strong connections with the American film industry to limit the showing of this film on behalf of its strange bedfellow Turkey constitutes, in my opinion, one of the slimiest sellouts of basic human values in recent memory. God is Just, and He won't forget. Let Tel Aviv tremble. Anyway, go out and see this film. Buy a copy, and pass it along to your friends. This is a painful historical truth, the denial of which makes liars of us all and ultimately places us all in jeapardy.
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