I Walked Out of Sabah
It’s been a long, long time since I walked out of a movie. Yesterday, I watched 20 minutes of Sabah, then got up and left. I had high hopes for this Canadian project, produced by Atom Egoyan. Instead, it was amateur hour–like watching a Canadian movie from 1982. The direction was simplistic, the editing profoundly awful and the script tired, awkward and predictable. The performances ranged from adequate in the leading roles to truly shameful in the smaller ones.
Here’s the plot summary from IMDB:
One day, when Sabah least expects it, she falls in love with the wrong man. She’s Muslim, he’s not. Unbeknownst to her family, she goes on a whirlwind affair before both culture and love collide.
What’s this? Star-crossed lovers? Their families don’t approve? I can’t imagine where I’ve seen that before. Unfortunately, first-time writer and director Ruba Nadda brought zero originality to this well-told story. At least, there was zero originality in the first twenty minutes.
And things had really been looking up for Canadian cinema. The past five years have seen a number of really great, original Canadian films like The Barbarian Invasions, Wilby Wonderful and Ararat. I tried to determine if Sabah received any public funding. If it did, I’m going to write some letters.
I could be wrong. The film could really improve after the 20-minute mark. I’m not optimistic, though, in light of Ken Eisner’s review in the Georgia Straight:
“Ultimately, the filmmaker shoves her pieces into place with a very predictable hand: she scrupulously follows the dictum that if a movie centres on sisters, there will be dancing in the kitchen.”
