Rock the Kasbah
(2015)
(SPOILERS) The chances of making a genuinely insightful, acutely
satirical Hollywood movie relating to US interventions abroad, political and
military, seem minimal these days, so you might as well go back 25 years to the
flawed Wrong is Right. What we have
seen most recently appears acknowledge this: desperate attempts to make feel
good hay from loosely factual material (“inspired
by”), to disastrous effect, both creatively and commercially. 2015 saw Our Brand is Crisis and Rock the Kasbah, both based on
documentaries, both plotting uplifting, redemptive tales of self-realisation
for their jaded, cynical protagonists when they’re confronted by the realities fostered
on other nations by their home one.
Although, reality couldn’t be further from Rock the Kasbah’s Afghanistan (filmed in
Morrocco), which has about as much legitimacy as The Men Who Stare at Goats’ Iraq (there at least, the heightened
sense was part of the point). Taking 2009 doc Afghan Star as a starting point, Mitch Glazer (a Bill Murray
collaborator as far back as Scrooged),
grafts a tale of a past-it, white American rock promoter (Murray) onto the factual
tale of a taboo-breaking, death-threat receiving female talent show contestant
(Leem Lubany), whereby, through shepherding her to the stage, he righteously challenges
the country’s religious mores, and her family, and Afghan warlords, so bringing
western values of hope, freedom and decency to the country in a softer, more
inclusive, less blow-it-to-hell, more Murray-esque way; if only he could be the
US Ambassador everywhere. About the only surprise here is Lanz getting shot mid
speech to the warlord, but even that’s doused in life-affirming fairy dust.
Along the way, there are a selection of cameos, which brings
to mind another failed Barry Levinson vehicle, What Just Happened (an apt description of Levinson’s big screen
career, since he hasn’t made anything worthwhile since… well, the late ‘90s,
and has ended up doing more notable work on TV of late; perhaps there’s a curse
on once-successful directors named Barry?) Zooey Deschanel is the no-hoper who
brings Lanz to the country, Kate Hudson his hooker/romantic interest (hey,
there’s only 28 years between them),
Danny McBride and Scott Caan are arms dealers, and a typically impassive Bruce
Willis (who seems to have a decent relationship with Levinson, so that’s
something, I guess) is the mercenary who chaperones the promoter through
dangerous territory. None of the performances are bad per se, and Murray brings
a certain rapport to all his interactions. Hudson gets the best, most dubious,
line (“No, but I can fuck you like Mouseketeer
on crack”) and there’s an amusing exchange between Murray and Willis regarding
the lure of Danielle Steel (“She had beautiful
hair, didn’t she?”)
But nothing can distract from how leaden the whole affair is
while being immensely patronising to just about anyone willing to sit through
it, possessed as it is of the kind of oblivious mind-set only an ivory tower in
the Hollywood hills can produce. Perhaps Murray and Glazer were looking for
some of that inspirational Slumdog Millionaire
magic? Who knows (given how Lubany barely gets a look in, probably not). It’s
no surprise Rock the Kasbah was a
bust, though, one that made more headlines for how low its opening gross was
than even how rotten its reviews were. Murray’s rendition of Smoke in the Water, designed to be awful,
admittedly, is some kind of tone-deaf movie nadir. If Lanz had been shot then
and there, at least the picture might have mustered some kudos.
Agree? Disagree? Mildly or vehemently? Let me know in the comments below.
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