The Hollow
City
Posted to www.marxmail.org
on June 2, 2006
Like the antique gas-guzzlers that ply the streets of Havana, neorealism--a film style that was fashionable around the
same time in history--still chugs along in underdeveloped countries. There is a
good reason for this. Like post-war Italy,
the economies of Latin America, Africa and Asia
breed exactly the same sorts of social contradictions.
Now available in video as part of First Run Features superb Global
Initiative series (http://www.firstrunfeatures.com/glc1.html),
"The Hollow City" tells the story of a homeless boy named N'Dala (Joăo Roldan)
who struggles to survive in the streets of Luanda, Angola
in 1991. Made in 2004 by Angolan director Maria Joăo Ganga, it is a welcome addition to African cinema and a
measurable sign of cultural progress in a country devastated by civil war and
imperialist meddling. It incorporates many of the elements of the neorealist
genre, from the use of mostly untrained actors to a plot revolving around the everyday
struggle of poor people to survive.
Just after the plane carrying N'Dala
and other survivors of an UNITA attack sets down in the Luanda, he breaks away from the Catholic nun
looking after him and heads for the street. As he strolls along aimlessly, his
sole source of amusement is a toy car attached to a string that he has
constructed himself out of tin cans and wire that he drags along. He dreams of
returning to the Bie province but events conspire
against him.
He is fortunate enough to meet Zé
early on. Zé is a few years older than him and wise
to the vagaries of the Luanda
streets. They take part in a series of escapades that might remind you of Pixote, another Lusophone film.
One step ahead of the law, they sell cigarettes on the streets and drink beer
at local dancehalls when adults are not watching. Even if they were watching,
it is doubtful that would make much difference. Zé's
"godmother" is a prostitute who expects him to perform housework in
exchange for a meager allowance. Her boyfriend Joka
is a mechanic by day and a burglar by night.
"The Hollow
City" is not really
plot-driven. Its main satisfaction is watching its young, untrained actors
develop a kind of warm and brotherly relationship when everything around them
is cold and exploitative. Although the citizens of Luanda
pay lip-service to Angola's
revolution (they refer to each other as comrade), this is very much a world in
which ideals count for very little.
Marxist scholar Mike Davis has made a breakthrough in trying
to understand this new world that he calls "planet of slums":
Likewise Kinshasa, Khartoum, Dar es Salaam, Dhaka and Lima grow prodigiously
despite ruined import-substitution industries, shrunken public sectors and
downwardly mobile middle classes. The global forces ‘pushing’ people from the
countryside—mechanization in Java and India, food imports in Mexico, Haiti and
Kenya, civil war and drought throughout Africa, and everywhere the
consolidation of small into large holdings and the competition of
industrial-scale agribusiness—seem to sustain urbanization even when the ‘pull’
of the city is drastically weakened by debt and depression. At the same time, rapid urban growth in
the context of structural adjustment, currency devaluation and state
retrenchment has been an inevitable recipe for the mass production of slums. Much
of the urban world, as a result, is rushing backwards to the age of Dickens.
Full: http://www.newleftreview.net/NLR26001.shtml
Like men and women who created the neorealist films that
inspired "The City of God," director Maria Joăo
Ganga seeks to humanize the lives of these slum-dwellers,
the wretched of the earth. Despite the grimness of the subject matter, the film
is enlivened by African music--including a film score by the great Manu Dibango--and a poet's eye for the streets and beaches of Luanda.
Highly recommended.