Tramontane

Winner of the Grand Rail Audience Award at the 2016 Cannes Film Festival, Tramontane tackles weighty historical and political subject matter in ways that are occasionally moving but too often overly familiar. The Lebanese film (co-produced by French, Qatari, and Emirati companies) uses blindness as its central metaphor, not-too-subtly paralleling the literal blindness of its protagonist with the figurative blindness of a country still grappling with its turbulent recent history.

Rabih (Barakat Jabbour) is a blind musician and chorister in Beirut and part of an affluent family. When his choir is invited to embark on a musical tour in Europe, Rabih visits the local government office to obtain his passport, only to be told that his ID card (which he’s carried for as long as he can remember) is a forgery. So begins a Sisyphean journey through bureaucratic red tape, as Rabih is told to go to the local hospital and retrieve his birth certificate. It isn’t terribly surprising, though, when he’s told that his records can’t be found—a not-uncommon occurrence for those born in Lebanon in the late 1980s, at the tail end of the country’s long and violent civil war. The next step is to obtain a blood test from his mother Samar (Julia Kassar), whose birth certificate presumably can be located, but this is where the plot thickens: Samar is forced to confess that she cannot submit to the blood test, as she is not in fact Rabih’s birth mother.
 
While the first part of the film resembles a dreary satire of the political hoops one has to jump through for the right to travel internationally, Tramontane at this point becomes a more pointed personal drama. Rabih’s blindness now extends to his identity, as his conception of who he is suddenly becomes shattered. Samar admits that Rabih was found as a baby in a war zone by his uncle Hisham (Toufic Barakat), though even this account seems dubious given the shady nature of Hisham, suggested through a tense interaction with an old “friend” on the streets of Beirut. Indeed, the more Rabih travels through remote areas in southern Lebanon, desperately searching for his hometown or anyone who might have known his family, the more obscure and unknowable his past becomes.
 
The implicit connection is to Lebanon’s past itself, as Tramontane suggests that the country has been equally unable to reckon with its fractured history. Writer-director Vatche Boulghourjian (who was born in Kuwait but now makes Lebanon his home) doesn’t allow the film to get very political, skirting any discussion of the internecine sectarian battles that led to Lebanon’s Civil War; conspicuously absent from the film is an explanation of the “War of the Camps,” in which Shi’ite militias attacked Palestinian refugee camps and during which Rabih was apparently orphaned. While Boulghourjian’s decision to make Tramontane more humanist and personal than politically oriented is reasonable, it prevents the film’s sociopolitical subtexts from carrying much weight; his commentary on Lebanon’s past only skims the surface, and we come to understand the nation’s history about as much as we come to understand Rabih’s origins (which is to say, not much).
 
This might be the point, of course, as the film’s intentionally unsatisfying narrative closure correlates to Rabih’s blindness and suggests that the past can never be fully understood. This is also formally conveyed through a dark visual palette (sometimes too dark) and an effective use of narrow depth of field to align us with Rabih’s limited perspective. But by emphasizing the murkiness of its political and historical subject matter, Tramontane mostly brings to mind previous movies that have covered similar territory in more audacious ways: for example, the biting commentary of Mohammad Rasoulof’s Goodbye (2011) or the ardent family drama of Philippe Aractingi’s Under the Bombs (2008).
 
As Boulghourjian’s feature debut (following a number of well-regarded short films), some of Tramontane’s more glaring flaws—notably its messy narrative (which includes characters that are never fully introduced and subplots that are never resolved)—can be forgiven. His patient, introspective tone bodes well for future productions, especially if he's able to integrate personal drama with political allegory more effectively. In this case, though, Tramontane belongs not to its writer-director, but to its lead actor: this is Barakat Jabbour’s triumph, as he elevates Rabih above a mere metaphorical device and into a living, pained flesh-and-blood person. A talented musician in real life and blind since birth, Jabbour is hypnotic to watch, and his performance—restrained, yet forever on the verge of exploding into anger—makes vivid the plight of someone searching for an identity he thought was so secure. Nowhere is this more poignant than in the lengthy musical interludes, in which we witness Rabih and his fellow musicians perform onstage. In these moments, we see joy and confidence radiate from the screen. If his past remains a stranger to him, Tramontane suggests, Rabih’s future as a self-made artist remains fully within his control.

Originally published by The Missing Slate (November 8, 2017).

Tramontane

Grade: B–

Runtime: 105m.
Countries: Lebanon/France/ Qatar/United Arab Emirates
Premiere: May 17, 2016 (Cannes Film Festival)
US Release: ​Undistributed ​

Director: Vatche Boulghourjian
Producers: Caroline Oliveira, Georges Schoucair
Writer: Vatche Boulghourjian
Music: Cynthia Zaven
Cinematography: Jimmy Lee Phelan
Editor: Nadia Ben Rachid
Cast: Barakat Jabbour, Julia Kassar, Toufic Barakat, Michel Adabachi, Sajed Amer, Abido Bacha, Georges Diab, Raymond Haddouni, Nassim Khodr, Odette Makhlouf, Raymonde Azar