Not Without My Daughter (1991)
(In French, On TV, September 2019) There is an inherent vexatiousness to Not Without My Daughter, pulled on one side by true events and on the other by a ham-fisted depiction of both an abusive husband and an oppressive regime. The well-known story of an American woman who finds herself stuck in Tehran with her daughter as her husband changes a two-week vacation into an indefinite stay, it feels like a nightmare given form. And therein lies the rub, because Not Without My Daughter never misses an occasion to paint both the husband (Alfred Molina, good in a thankless role) and the Iranian society under the worst possible light: The husband as alienated and sullen in the States, then flips fundamentalist on a dime, has no compulsion threatening and punching his wife, taking away their daughter and using his family against hers. Meanwhile, the regime oppresses everyone within its borders, rounds up kids for war and forbids divorced American from getting custody of their kids, setting up the quandary that drives much of the escape-from-Iran plot that dominates the film’s last half. There is very little distinction between the evil husband and the national regime (to say even less of the husband’s family acting as enforcer) and our protagonist (played with poor wide oppressed eyes by Sally Field) must depend on cultivated renegades to secure her way out. Not Without My Daughter is a film almost custom-made to stroke every negative prejudice that Americans may have against Iranians in 1991 or since then, and there’s a sense that it lays it on far too thickly to be credible. It may be based on true events, but does it tell the true story—and more importantly, is this the kind of story we need? There is little else to say about the film because there is little else worth noticing about the film except its inflammatory intention. Brian Gilbert’s direction is unobtrusive to the point of being bland, the production values are fine without being impressive, and the screenplay is structurally sound independent of its content. In many ways, it feels like a Lifetime movie-of-the-week except set in a foreign country. I’m old enough to remember how Not Without My Daughter was mildly controversial when it came out despite its underwhelming critical and commercial returns, and it does remain just as problematic today—a handy symbol that bigots can point to, and an intentionally distorting portrait of a foreign culture. Surely, we can do better than this.