XALA: Was it wife number one or number two who ruined our hero’s wedding night with wife number three?
Hollywood has adopted a gentler, more insidious colonialism in regard to Africa. Stars embrace the continent’s orphans; studios make movies about its turmoil, injustice, and despair featuring white characters in the leading roles. Too bad Ousmane Sembene — who died last June at the age of 84 and whose short repertoire of films made over the course of 40 years screens this weekend at the Harvard Film Archive — never took up this feckless, patronizing brand of exploitation as a subject in a film. Perhaps he could have put everybody on mock trial, as Mauritanian director Abderrahmane Sassako does the International Monetary Fund in his 2006 film Bamako.
|“Ousmane Sembene: In Memoriam” | Harvard Film Archive | September 8-10|
Sembene, as it happens, didn’t see much value in taking the foreign oppressors to task. The Africa of his films can’t afford to waste its valuable time and energy in blaming others. It needs to take responsibility for its actions, analyze the mistakes of the past, and move on.
Thus, when Sembene convenes a court or counsel of justice, it’s usually his fellow Africans who stand in the dock. His last film, MOOLAADÉ (2004; September 7 at 7 pm), is the one most seen outside the festival circuit, perhaps because its subject is one Westerners can understand and get indignant about: female genital mutilation. In a lively, hardscrabble Senegalese village, tough mother Colle refuses to allow her daughter, Amsatou, to go under the knife. Instead, she puts Amsatou and three other village girls under her protection, or Moolaadé, tying a string around her courtyard that, in the village’s tradition, magically keeps undesirables out. The patriarchs of the community are powerless against it; the best they can do is ban transistor radios, which they blame for giving their women newfangled ideas. And so the two sides remain deadlocked until the return of Amsatou’s Westernized fiancé, who’s made a fortune in Paris.
Moolaadé narrates its fable with deceptive simplicity, its Brechtian abstractions animated by rich characterization, earthy humor, and an eye for absurdist imagery. The film also boasts many of Sembene’s abiding themes and motifs: the power of fetishes; the impotence of post-colonial manhood; the slow ineptitude of institutions; the plight and the fortitude of women. He was one of the first and most committed feminist filmmakers — not just in Africa but in world cinema.
The fate of women lay at the heart of his first film, the neo-realistic black-and-white short “BOROM SARRET|CART OWNER” (1964; precedes La noire de . . .|Black Girl). Here the title laborer returns home, Vittorio De Sica–style, cartless. His long-suffering wife hands him the kid and heads out herself to make some money so they can buy food.
The trade she plies is left unstated, but it couldn’t be much more servile or degrading than that of the protagonist of Sembene’s first feature, LA NOIRE DE . . .|BLACK GIRL (1966; September 7 at 9:30 pm). Here a young woman from Dakar exults when she gets a job watching the kids of a French couple, and she rejoices even more when she’s asked to work for the family back home in France. There, however, she discovers she’s no more than a domestic slave — it’s The Nanny Diaries, with colonialism. The tribal mask she impulsively gave her employer as a gift hangs on the wall, a trivialization of her traditions and her humanity.