Fridae

Two feuding emirs in Arabia lay down a truce after a brief war. You get the impression that this is just the latest fracas in a centuries-old feud between two impoverished houses fighting for honour and not much else of value. They declare a strip of empty desert a no man's land, a demilitarised zone that neither will own, exploit, or enrich himself with. It's clear that land is not worth owning, much less worth fighting over but the whole point that it probably was the cause of many a battle between the emirs of Hobeika and Salma. Oaths are sworn, underaged princes are taken hostage, and peace reigns. That is, until prospectors from Texan Oil discover oil in that same strip of empty desert. Enough oil to make its owner richer than the King of England.

What's remarkable about Black Gold is how the story unfolds from here on. Those familiar with Liberal Hollywood will expect a political piece about the beginnings of western dependency on Middle Eastern oil and the American intervention and imperialism in Arabia. It's easy to imagine Michael Moore making a pointedly satirical 15-minute animated documentary clip on this subject, or George Clooney directing a political thriller centred on a naïve American reporter or Texan oilman in the midst of the Hobeika-Salma war.

With this premise, Jean-Jacques Annaud crafts a story that accords the Arabs agency in their own historical narrative. That is, they are not mere objects or pawns in a long-term game played by multinationals but the subject of a tragedy of their own devising. Annaud, together with the talented Banderas and Strong, draws up a world of crafty emirs fighting for both power and respect using diplomacy, intrigue, bribery, and open war. It is in the film's final act that we see Annaud's grand design blossom into an existential comedy about two Arab emirs fighting over oil, which one side sees as vastly important and worth a war, and the other sees as vastly unimportant in the grand scheme of things but worth a war anyway because the enemy was willing to break a peace treaty over it.

Instead of a shrilly liberal and cynical film, Annaud tells a story of the age-old dance between conservatism and modernism and wraps it in a romance about heroism and derring-do that John Milius (Conan the Barbarian, Red Dawn, Hunt for Red October) might have written in the 1980s.