A blog formerly known as Bookishness / By Charles Matthews

"Dazzled by so many and such marvelous inventions, the people of Macondo ... became indignant over the living images that the prosperous merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion-head ticket windows, for a character who had died and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears had been shed would reappear alive and transformed into an Arab in the next one. The audience, who had paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the urging of Bruno Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many ... decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings."
--Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

Monday, August 5, 2024

Cairo Station (Youssef Chahine, 1958)


Cast: Farid Shawqi, Hind Rustum, Youssef Chahine, Hassan el Baroudi, Abdulaziz Khalil, Naima Wasfy. Screenplay: Abdel Hai Adib, Mohamed Abdel Youssef. Cinematography: Alevise Orfanelli. Art direction: Gabriel Karraze. Film editing: Kamal Abul Ela. Music: Fouad El-Zahry. 

Movies usually treat train stations as venues for the passengers' romantic meetings and partings, but they rarely focus on the lives of people who work there. Youssef Chahine's absorbing Cairo Station is different. It swarms with indigenous life, that of the people who serve the passengers, loading their luggage or selling them newspapers and food and drink. It focuses in particular on a porter, Abu Siri (Farid Shawqi), his girlfriend, Hanuma (Hind Rustum), who peddles soft drinks, and a crippled newspaper vendor, Qinawi (Chahine). Abu Siri is something of a bully, but his chief aim, besides courting (and sometimes abusing) Hanuma, is to organize a labor union for the other luggage handlers. Hanuma doesn't have a license to ply her trade, so she and her fellow drink vendors are always scurrying to hide from the police. Qinawi is the lowest of the lowly, living in a shed that he decorates with cutout pictures of women that remind him of the object of his desires, the voluptuous Hanuma. Eventually, Qinami's desire will turn into a sinister obsession, especially as he's goaded by other men at the station who mock him for not having a woman. But the darkness of the plot of Cairo Station is not what makes it an exceptional film, it's the vivid portrait of the station, as lives work themselves out amid the never-ending movement of people and trains.