Fernando Solanas, who burst on the international scene with the groundbreaking documentary “Hour of the Furnaces,” is back to non-fiction with a jaw-dropper, “Social Genocide,” that exposes the systematic despoiling of Argentina — not by a dictator or military junta but by an elected democracy. Under images of chandeliers in marble halls, Solanas presents an illustrated history of how, in an astoundingly short time, leaders of the country sold off its inheritance, privatized its profits, nationalized its debts and drove much of the population of this once-rich nation into abject poverty.
Over the past several years, a number of grass-roots documentaries like “Matanza” and “Voices From the Edge” have depicted the rise of social activism in Argentina’s slums, showing the unspeakable conditions in which millions of people live and lamenting the national debt which is growing like a cancer. But, in these smaller, regional films, the root cause of Argentina’s economic woes remains vague.
Solanas, in contrast, lays out in explicit, brutal terms the step-by-step process by which Argentina’s Constitution was circumvented and laws were changed to allow for wholesale plunder. He reveals specific names and faces: His camera travels past row after row of portraits as headlines proclaim who did what and when.
Though many may take exception to the use of terms like “treason,” “neo-liberal” and “social genocide,” the total lack of fiscal accountability on display — along with the six bullets that Solanas took after filing charges against the government — should allow for some socio-poetic license.
“Genocide” starts with the populist overthrow of the government in December 2001. Solanas’ camera joins the people as they take to the streets, banging on pots and pans to express their anger and frustration, and resisting charges of mounted police armed with whips and tear gas. Pic then travels back in time to explore how a democracy could have so thoroughly betrayed its people.
Solanas goes back to the election of Menem, a seeming neo-Peronist who, shortly after winning, threw off his populist trappings along with his populist platform. Under Menem’s watch, the Argentinean government — conniving with international organizations — sold off lucrative state-owned companies and utilities for a fraction of their worth. The multinational corporations that bought them first stripped them of their assets and then provided citizens with severely reduced services for astronomical rates. At the same time, Menem’s infamous finance minister, Domingo Cavallo, legitimized and exponentially increased the national debt.
Moujan’s imaginative camera glides through the antechambers, committee rooms, and red-carpeted corridors of power, focusing on particular statues, stacks of dossiers or piles of money along the way. Outside, low-angles on magnificent state and corporate buildings are contrasted with children picking though garbage, the perpetually flooded streets of Matanza’s slumlands, or the deserted factories of once-thriving industries.
But Solanas’ focus remains chiefly fixed on the causes rather than the results. Intermittently sampled throughout, the media’s coverage of events is relentlessly upbeat, teasing the president about his sex appeal or cheerfully explaining why debt is good for Argentina.
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