Winterbottom’s new docudrama The Road to Guantanamo (co-directed with his editor, Mat Whitecross) suffers from the urgent need to have its story told right now, and as such it’s precisely half the devastatingly important movie it could have been.
The film tells the story of the Tipton Three, twentysomething British Muslims who, after traveling in October of 2001 to Pakistan and then Afghanistan, are captured as supposed Taliban members and then detained, tortured, and endlessly “interrogated” by U.S. troops at Guantanamo for over two years. Mixing neorealist reenactments, news footage, and recent interviews with the three men, the film blurs fiction and nonfiction ala Winterbottom’s other recent work. Yet, the interplay of the real and non-real does not illuminate the story (as it did in Tristram Shandy) or even complicate our sense of truth—it just seems pointlessly redundant. This is especially true of the present day interviews with Asif, Shafiq and Ruhel, who seem as equally nice and normal as their naturalistic fictional counterparts but don’t add anything new to their story.
It’s a missed opportunity because these interviews could have filled in many of the story gaps and unclear motivations in the film’s rushed and incoherent first half. As if in a hurry to get to the torture sequences, the film quickly portrays the men’s decision to enter Afghanistan as a bit of foolish curiosity, tempered only by a vague desire “to help” which they never pursue. With no medical or military training, the men are virtually useless in Afghanistan anyway, making the choice seem more exceptionally naïve than courageous.
Still, there’s no denying the monumental impact of the film’s second half, especially in light of the recent suicides at Guantanamo. Kept in outdoor cages, locked in solitary confinement for months on end, repeatedly beaten and chained to floors, their treatment is another appalling view of our war on terrorism. The film shows how interrogation is just another word for coercion, that Guantanamo is designed to break spirits in order to force guilty admission from the completely innocent. It’s a sickening, mind-numbing abuse of power, conveyed with an eyes-wide-open horror through the directors’ subtle, effective filmmaking. Much of the credit here belongs to the cast of non-professional actors, who flawlessly detail the men’s incredible strength and fortitude in the face of unspeakable conditions. As expected, the film ends with text outlining the continued abuse of Guantanamo’s “illegal combatants” and the shaking anger it inspires is almost enough to make one forget the film’s many faults. The Road to Guantanamo is currently playing in New York at the Angelika Film Center and Lincoln Plaza Cinemas.