I guess this would be something of a
glorious failure. Loaded with excellent
scenes, and neatly woven together by
Atom Egoyan, one of the finest living
directors in the world, Ararat is a
film-within-a-film. A family of Armenian
expatriates living in Canada wrestle with an
unexplained death that in some ways
mirrors the Armenian genocide of
1915-1918. Meanwhile, a film is being
made of just that genocide, and an odd
assortment of charactersplayed with
aplomb by Arsinee Khanjian, Elias Koteas,
Charles Aznavour, Eric Bogosian and
Christopher Plummer, and with a bit less
aplomb by David Alpay and Brent
Carverare drawn into the scene. There
are at least four distinct stories woven
together, and I think that may have been
one too many, but so much of this film
works so well that its still worth seeing.
Plus, it gets better as it goes along, and,
unlike the Clinton presidency, much of the
muddled middle section has a payoff in the
end.