100 minutes |No MPAA rating
On a purely visual level the Oscar-nominated “Theeb” (for foreign language film) is a knockout, capturing a Middle Eastern desert landscape with an eye to vast spaces and intimate detail in a style clearly meant to evoke memories of “Lawrence of Arabia.”
The setting — the Bedouin fight against the Turks during World War I — is the same as in David Lean’s great epic.
But this accomplished directing debut from English/Jordanian filmmaker Naji Abu Nowar is unusual in that it approaches the material from the viewpoint of an 11-year-old boy.
“Theeb” (Jacir Eid Al-Hwietat) — his name is Arabic for “wolf” — is the third son a recently deceased sheik. His closest companion is his older brother Hasseim (Hussein Salaamed Al-Sweilhiyeen), who is teaching the boy in the ways of the desert.
The film’s opening scenes have a timeless quality — it’s hard to pin down if the action is taking place today or a century ago. It’s not until the arrival of a British officer (Jack Fox) in the nomads’ camp that we realize there’s a war going on. (In fact, Theeb and his family seem not to even be aware of the conflict.)
The Brit, evidently on a secret mission, asks Hasseim to guide him to a distant watering hole where he is to meet up with some Arab fighters. Disobeying his sibling, Theeb follows at a distance until he’s so far from home that Hasseim has no choice but to bring the boy along on the journey.
The desert is always dangerous. In this case the perils are multiplied by bandits who prey on travelers.
Eventually young Theeb finds himself sharing a camel with one of these desperadoes (Hassan Mutlag Al-Maraiyah), a grimly confident fellow who has been wounded. (He’s the kind of guy who hardly grunts as Theeb uses a knife to dig a bullet out of his leg.) The boy doesn’t trust this outlaw and a couple of times is prepared to shoot him, but eventually realizes that they will need each other if either is to survive.
That’s about all that can be said of “Theeb’s” plot without dropping a few big spoilers.
There’s some dialogue here, but it hardly matters. The film would work even without subtitles (at times “Theeb” reminds of the first wordless hour of “The Black Stallion”).
Mostly we observe as our young protagonist learns and puts to use the survival lessons passed down by his older brother. One of those lessons is about revenge.
The screenplay (by Abu Nowar and Bassel Ghandour) makes a point of telling us — visually — that Bedouin life is on the cusp of change, with railroads and encroaching civilization poised to displace the traditional attitudes of desert life.
The performances are natural and unforced, and young Jacir is utterly free of child-actor mannerisms.
“Theeb” never tells us too much. The result is a film in which we are allowed to make our own discoveries.
| Robert W. Butler
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