The Beautiful Country

One simple but essential factor that makes Vietnamese films so stunning is the sheer beauty of the country. Add now to the unforgettable landscapes in Tony Bui’s Three Seasons and Tran Anh Hung’s Scent of Green Papaya, Cyclo, and The Vertical Ray of the Sun, Norwegian director Hans Petter Moland’s The Beautiful Country.

Once again, there is a chance to see steeply rising tropical mountains looming over serene lakes, the claustrophobic alleys of Saigon, the persistent French colonial elegance of Hanoi, and – above all – a striking, vital people. The problem with The Beautiful Country is that it utilizes these great assets in a poorly-written melodrama which at times borders on the tedious.

The film begins with a striking but unconvincing confrontation between a rich woman and her poor servant in Saigon, the servant’s son being one of Vietnam’s despised "half-breeds," with a GI father, children called "bin duh" or "lower than dirt." He is Binh (Damien Nguyen), a quiet, humble man in his 20’s, well used to abuse, but now forced to flee Vietnam.

It’s 1990 and Binh joins the ranks of a new generation of boat people, on a desperate quest to reach "America, the beautiful country." After an overlong dramatic-but-cartoonish sea voyage and a strange almost-affair with a Chinese prostitute (Bai Ling) Binh arrives in New York, where Moland provides a superficial glimpse of the life of illegal immigrants.

It is at this point that The Beautiful Country suddenly hits a high point, a moment of terrible, heart-breaking realization by Binh; unfortunately the rest of the film doesn’t operate on that level. It ends in Texas with the brief, but pivotal appearance of an unrecognizable Nick Nolte.

Green Dragon, an earlier attempt by Tim Bui (Tony’s brother) to tell of Vietnamese migration to the United States, was largely unsuccessful. A single memorable scene – by Debbie Reynolds, of all people – in Oliver Stone’s 1993 Heaven and Earth, also deals with the subject, but this important story still awaits a film to do it justice.

– Janos Gereben


Janos Gereben Janos Gereben From refugee scholarship in Helena, MT, and Atchison, KS, Janos worked his way up from copy boy to the copy desk at the NY Herald-Tribune of blessed memory. When the Trib went under, he worked for TIME-LIFE, UPI Audio, then switched coasts, published the Kona Torch, was a reporter for the Honolulu Star-Bulletin, and taught journalism at UH-Manoa. He received an Alicia Patterson Foundation fellowship, reported from the European political and cultural scene for a year. In the S.F. Bay Area, he worked as arts editor of the Post Newspaper Group/East Bay for 20 years, writes about performing arts and films for the S.F. Examiner, continues writing for the S.F. Classical Voice which he joined when Robert Commanday established this first professional online publication about music and dance. He also participated in the work of CultureVulture in the publication's first years.