Showing posts with label president. Show all posts
Showing posts with label president. Show all posts

Monday, 23 May 2011

The Boy Mir - Ten Years in Afghanistan - President Barack Obama's U.K state visit.



In the words of one famous American: 'I have a dream'. I accept that my dream is not comparable to Martin Luther King's in any way but I too have a dream: it is that President Obama one day calls in Michelle and the kids into the TV room in the White House...There they settle back with tubs of popcorn to watch a movie called THE BOY MIR - TEN YEARS IN AFGHANISTAN. I don't care about festivals or awards but I would love Presidents and Prime Ministers to see this film and let Mir's story in some small way influence how they behave not only in Afghanistan but everywhere. I believe we should praise the Coalition forces for their courage and sacrifice as well as acknowledge the progress that has been made. At the same time we should criticise them, their governments and their NGOs for the huge amount of progress that should have been made but hasn't. Let us not forget the terrible bloodshed on all sides; primarily the fault of the Taliban of course but not always. This film is unique and if there is only one film the President watches (and frankly he should watch any and every film on this country) then let it be this one. He and Cameron will talk at length this week but frankly if they don't understand families like Mir's then they will be wasting their time and billions more dollars and thousands more lives...

Friday, 8 April 2011

Do documentaries make a difference?



It’s a bit like the lyrics of a song…’Woke up this morning and didn’t know where I was…’. Well. the tone of the tour has switched from classical music screenings (after a relatively poorly attended one in Michigan three nights ago) to The Boy Mir – Ten Years in Afghanistan. Yesterday was a presentation in Pittsburgh of the first film The Boy who Plays on the Buddhas of Bamiyan to a university class of under-graduates studying international relations. A very interesting day in a fascinating town. It’s striking to me how fresh the film is even though it was finished back in 2003. I guess its universal themes of childhood, poverty, education and so on prevent it from becoming dated. Similarly the question of how documentaries can reflect, even affect, the world remain constant. Do documentaries make a difference? I naturally believe in their power and possibility but I know many broadcasters that don’t care too much about that anymore. To me it’s an abandonment of public service principle if a broadcaster retreats to a insular view of the world and frequently one toploaded with game shows, youth culture and the promotion of acquisition: food, houses, clothes, etc. I flicked through 40 channels of American TV in my hotel room last night: in those 60 seconds I saw a reality show singer discussing her shoes, a photo of a woman beaten to death in her garage, two kids kissing in a high-school drama, a tattooed man beating on a door, 4 talk shows, 3 music shows and my favourite: a panel discussion deciding if Britney Spears ‘pooped’ before a flight or during (I kid you not!)…OK, you get the idea. What wasn’t there? World news, art, any serious documentaries at all, intelligent discussion, classical music, opera, foreign languages (except Spanish soap opera). It’s more than a shame, it’s is undermining a nation. Despite ten years of war and huge expense in Afghanistan I still meet folk here who don’t know where it is. That’s why I have to work to ensure people see the film. If not on TV, then in the cinemas, internet, DVD… Tomorrow, here now in New York, I have an important screening with the UN agency that deals with education and poverty. Maybe they’re will only be 200 people there but with blogs, Facebook, general chit-chat, word spreads. And who knows who’ll be there and what they’ll do. Someone I met yesterday is going to try and get the film into the White House….I would LOVE to imagine Michelle calling in the kids to sit on the sofa while Dad prepares the popcorn and then, as a family, they watch Mir’s story… Then of course, in my dreamworld, I get a call…. Hey, you can but hope.