An opus in three parts, Iraq In Fragments offers a series of intimate,
passionately-felt portraits: A fatherless 11-year-old is apprenticed to
the domineering owner of a Baghdad garage; Sadr followers in two
Shiite cities rally for regional elections while enforcing Islamic law at
the point of a gun; a family of Kurdish farmers welcomes the US presence,
which has allowed them a measure of freedom previously denied.
director James Longley spent more than two years filming in Iraq to create
this stunningly photographed, poetically rendered documentary of the war-torn
country as seen through the eyes of Sunnis, Shiites and Kurds. Winner
of Best Director, Best Cinematography and Best Editing awards in the 2006
Sundance Film Festival documentary competition, the film was also awarded
the Grand Jury Prize at the 2006 Full Frame Documentary Film Festival,
and nominated for an Academy Award for Best Documentary Feature in 2007.
James Longley's Production Notes ]
rainy Seattle evening in the spring of 2002 I was fielding questions at
the premiere of my first feature documentary, GAZA STRIP. Someone finally
asked the question that always gets asked: "What are you going to
make next?" Without thinking I replied that I would make a documentary
At the time I didn't know much about Iraq; I hadn't even the faintest
idea of how to get there, let alone make a film there. And yet, by September
I found myself in a car with a collection of journalists and peace activists,
crossing the western Iraqi desert to Baghdad.
The US invasion of Iraq was still six months away but everybody could
feel it coming, including the Iraqi government. As the invasion approached,
the Iraqi officials became less and less interested in an independent
filmmaker like me running around their country with a camera.
In their eyes, every freelance foreign journalist requiring a government
minder was only taking resources away from media that mattered to their
propaganda strategy. In short, I was a waste of their time. I didn't particularly
care for the Baathist government - or indeed any government – and
the Iraqi officials could probably tell. My entreaties for filming permissions
were coldly ignored.
My second trip to Iraq, just weeks before the US invasion, met with even
less success. Trying to get filming permissions in pre-war Baghdad was
like trying to sweet-talk a paranoid rhinoceros. I spent one afternoon
hanging out around the Baghdad office of Huda Amash, known thereafter
in the US media as Dr. Germ, trying to convince her to give me a piece
of paper allowing me to film during the impending war. Huda brushed off
my request and sped away with her bodyguards in a white Mercedes along
the Tigris. Within a month she was living in a US prison camp at the airport.
The war was only days away and I had no prospect of filming anything.
My Iraqi visa expired, effectively forcing me out of the country. As I
drove along the crowded streets of Baghdad toward the Jordan highway I
was full of regret. The next time I saw Baghdad it might well be in ruins.
I had no idea what would become of my friends in Iraq. Leaving Baghdad
before the war was one of the saddest moments of my life.
I waited out the war in Egypt, pacing distractedly back and forth across
Cairo through the haze and mind-numbing traffic, watching the nightly
bombing of Baghdad on television, biding my time until the Baathist regime
would be overthrown and I could return to Iraq to make a film about whatever
April 2003 I arrived back in Baghdad, this time without need of a visa
or filming permissions of any kind. The Iraqi border hung open like a
door off its hinges. The apparatus of state lay shattered, ministries
on fire. All, that is, but the ministries of Oil and Interior. Baghdad
had descended into a regime of looting, kidnappings, shootings, bombings,
and a deep uncertainty about the future of the country.
Suddenly the flood gates had opened. There was no government in Iraq and
I could film whatever I wanted as long as I could stay alive.
My guess was that I would have about a year before either a new authoritarian
government would be put in power or Iraq would descend into civil war
and become too dangerous to work in. I needed to make my film while it
was still possible.
I moved into a seedy apartment at the Al Dulami building in southern Baghdad
with radio journalists Raphael Krafft and Aaron Glantz as roommates. Using
my Iraqi expatriate contacts I found a local translator to work with and
we set off together to document the country.
For my first documentary subject in Iraq I decided on an 11-year-old auto
mechanic named Mohammed Haithem who lived and worked in the Sheik Omar
district of Baghdad, an old neighborhood at the center of town full of
small industrial shops.
Young Mohammed was looked after by his grandmother and had dropped out
of school to support his family by working as a shop apprentice. Mohammed's
was a very common story in Iraq, a country which has suffered decades
of foolish wars, despotism and suffocating economic sanctions that weakened
the social infrastructure.
Haithem had a sort of Dickensian quality that I thought perfectly matched
the Best/Worst of Times feeling in post-war Baghdad. His face spoke for
him; you could tell what he was thinking without him ever saying a word.
Every morning for months on end I would drive out to the shop where Mohammed
worked and wait around for hours, gradually becoming part of the furniture
until nobody paid attention to me or my camera.
In the evenings I began to translate the material and layer it together
on an Apple laptop computer, building up a picture of Mohammed and the
world around him, trying to see it through his eyes.
I didn't just want to bring the viewers into Mohammed's neighborhood –
I wanted to put them inside his head. I wanted them to see what he saw,
hear what he heard, including the sound of his own thoughts.
To make the voice-over narration in this chapter I conducted extensive
audio interviews with Mohammed, gradually working through his shyness
until he was speaking in clear, complete sentences. It took about a year
to reach this point; my last material of Mohammed Haithem was recorded
in September of 2004.
By that time Iraqi public opinion had turned solidly against the US occupation
and it was already too dangerous for a foreign filmmaker to work openly
on the streets of the capital.
By the middle of the first summer I had moved out of my gloomy apartment
and into a small residential house in the middle-class Palestine Street
area of Baghdad. I shared the ground floor with Nadeem Hamid, one of the
Iraqi translators I was working with.
Nadeem was a 22-year-old biology student at Mustansiriya University, and
had been written up by the New York Times Magazine, Fox News and the BBC
for being the lead singer of an Iraqi boy-band that sang pop songs in
English. It was exactly the story that the western media were looking
for: young Iraqis in love with western culture, liberal and open to all
ideas. By the time my documentary production finished Nadeem had left
Iraq to escape a nascent civil war and persecution by a new regime of
conservative Islam that the United States had helped bring to power.
Iraq had been ruled by Sunnis for hundreds of years, and suddenly the
majority Shiites were sensing that their moment had arrived. I wanted
to film the emergence of Iraq's Shiite power from the inside.
In August, 2003, Nadeem and I drove down to Najaf, burial place of Imam
Ali and the capital of Shia Islam in Iraq. My idea was to follow a student
at one of the local Shiite religious schools. Wandering through the narrow
back alleys of Najaf in search of permissions, Nadeem and I soon found
ourselves at the office of Moqtada Sadr.
Moqtada Sadr had inherited the followers and organization of his father,
Grand Ayatollah Mohammed Sadiq al-Sadr, one of the most respected and
influential religious leaders in Iraq's modern history, who had been assassinated
by Saddam Hussein in 1999 for speaking out against the regime. Mohammed
Sadiq al-Sadr had advocated something known as the speaking Hawza, an
Iraqi nationalist political/religious philosophy that encouraged the open
involvement of religious authority in political life.
Moqtada Sadr's family had been involved in routing the British colonial
occupation of Iraq earlier in the 20th century, they had risen up against
the dictatorship of Saddam, and now his movement was warming to a new
challenge. Young Sadr wanted to push the foreign occupiers out of his
country and turn Iraq into an Islamic state.
seemed like an interesting story to document, so I began developing contacts
within Sadr's organization who allowed me to film. Moqtada Sadr himself
was too difficult to access, so I settled for Sheik Aws al Kafaji.
Sheik Aws, a bearded cleric of 32, was in charge of the Sadr office in
Naseriyah, the fourth largest city in Iraq. Aws had been imprisoned and
tortured under Saddam for defying the regime. He was genial and open,
giving me far more access to his movement than I expected. I filmed political
strategy meetings, rallies, marches, an alcohol raid in the local market,
religious ceremonies, and endless political speeches and interviews with
fighters in the Mehdi Army militia.
The only other western civilian I encountered in Naseriyah in that period
was Anthony Shadid, a mild-mannered Washington Post journalist who later
received the Pulitzer Prize for his brilliant reporting on Iraq. Sheik
Aws was convinced that Anthony worked for the CIA, and often told me so.
He also suspected that I might be CIA. It's not an accusation that one
can easily disprove. The Sadr organization was deeply suspicious of foreigners,
and you couldn't really blame them. I was never sure why they trusted
me as much as they did.
In the early spring of 2004, riding a wave of popular sentiment, the Sadr
office in Naseriyah was organizing elections. It was a full year before
national Iraqi elections would actually take place, and the United States
occupation authorities in Iraq were still hopeful that they could forego
popular elections and install a puppet Iraqi government made up of politicians
appointed indirectly by the United States. The Sadr movement's strategy
was to circumvent this by pushing out US appointees through direct local
This idea, combined with strong anti-occupation and anti-Israel rhetoric,
made Moqtada Sadr and his movement a dangerous opponent of United States'
interests in Iraq. Charges were brought against Sadr for a murder that
had occurred a year before, his deputies were arrested and his Hawza newspaper
was shut down by US soldiers. When Spanish troops opened fire on a Sadr
demonstration in Kufa on April 4, 2004, it finally provoked an armed uprising
among Sadr's followers. The uprising lasted until September and resulted
in the deaths of thousands.
I arrived slightly late for the initial battle in Kufa - it had already
been going on for an hour when my taxi dropped me off on the main street
and sped back toward Baghdad.
The sound of automatic gunfire was all around. Hidden snipers were firing
from the upper floors of buildings beside me, provoking answering fire
from the Spanish base. American fighter planes circled overheard, requesting
- it was later reported by UPI - permission from the Spanish to bomb the
nearby teaching hospital where Sadr's fighters had taken up positions
on the roof.
It was the first in a long succession of skirmishes around Najaf that
eventually led to the siege of the city by US forces. I spent several
months living in Najaf during the uprising, recording interviews with
fighters and civilians, dreading what would happen as the tensions mounted.
Sadr movement had taken over the Imam Ali Shrine in the center of Najaf,
and also the Islamic Court building, where many of their political opponents
in the city were taken and a number executed. The bodies of the hanged
were adorned with handwritten signs that read "spy" and photographed
for publication in the Sadr newspapers.
I was also dragged to the court on one occasion along with my Iraqi translator.
They accused me of filming the bodies of Mehdi Militia fighters in the
Najaf cemetery, though I had intentionally left my camera in my hotel
room that day, expecting trouble. "No," they insisted, "you
They had been losing large numbers of fighters due to their incredibly
poor appreciation of US military tactics, and their anger made them unreasonable.
The Sadrists at the Najaf Islamic Court weren't exactly the sharpest knives
in the drawer to begin with. Filming in Najaf became impossible, even
with signed permissions from their own leadership.
The Sadr uprising coincided with the US siege and destruction of Falluja,
which was broadcast into Iraqi homes by Al Jazeera. The abuse and torture
by US personnel of Iraqis at Abu Ghraib prison was also unequivocally
revealed that month, further adding to the anger that was rising in the
country. In an effort to contain the unrest, the United States closed
down unfriendly media and handed Iraqi "sovereignty" to an interim
government headed by a former CIA asset.
The situation for journalists and filmmakers working in Iraq was also
growing increasingly difficult. I was forced to move out of the residential
home I had shared with translator Nadeem Hamid and his family - as much
for their protection as my own. An increasing number of journalists and
other foreign civilians was being kidnapped and killed. I had already
received several death threats, both against myself and the people I was
My colleague Micah Garen, an independent filmmaker from New York, was
kidnapped along with his translator by members of the Sadr movement in
Naseriyah – the very place I had been filming only months before.
He was accused of being a spy and threatened with execution. I used my
contacts in the Sadr organization to lobby for his release via satellite
phone. Through the collective efforts of his family, friends and fellow
journalists Micah was released unharmed, but not before being held for
10 days in the southern marshes and paraded on TV with a gun to his head,
reading a forced statement.
I decided that central and southern Iraq were no longer safe enough to
film in. The risk had become too great and the work had become impossible.
I filmed my last material in Baghdad in September, 2004, gathered up my
clothes, hard drives, and boxes of DV tapes, and hired a taxi for northern
Entering Kurdish-controlled northern Iraq is like crossing into a different
country. The lonely and dangerous roads north of Baghdad give way to a
series of rolling hills and checkpoints. Suddenly the flags flying from
rooftops display the yellow sun of Kurdistan, a non-existent country that
has been waiting to be born for a hundred years.
had been making trips northward to Iraqi Kurdistan since early in my production,
exploring the cities and towns of the mountainous border regions and the
low-lying grassy plains that stretch south toward Kirkuk, the disputed
oil capital of northern Iraq.
After some searching, I had settled into a small scattering of farms and
brick ovens south of Erbil, in a place known as Koretan. It's so small,
it's not even found on most maps of Iraq. The locals eke a living out
of wheat, tomatoes, sunflowers and bricks.
It was the brick ovens that made me stop there. Great plumes of black
petroleum smoke pouring out of a featureless landscape of wheat. The brick
ovens had been built by Iraqi Jews in the early 20th century. Many local
farmers were the descendants of Jews who had converted to Islam. The entire
region bore the marks of passing waves of religious change.
Even the name of the capital, Erbil - meaning "four gods" -
dated back to Pagan times. In neighboring Mosul, 30 minutes away by car,
the ruins of Sumerian civilization dating back to 5000 BC still stood.
Mosul was already beyond the pale: I had filmed there several times, but
by late 2004 it was already far too dangerous.
I gradually made friends with the local farmers in Koretan. Little by
little, I became a regular fixture. People grew more comfortable and stopped
taking notice of me. After six short months, I had achieved invisibility.
Over time, I was able to film enough material to piece together a portrait
of this place, these people.
After the tumultuous Shiite uprising in the south, it was important to
me to ground my storytelling in northern Iraq in smaller, more personal
stories. I focused on simple things: The friendship of two boys and their
fathers who lived on neighboring farms. I decided that this chapter would
be about fathers and sons, of the space between generations. It was a
theme that echoed throughout the film.
Behind this simple story was a larger movement in the society. The Kurds
were pressing for independence. Anti-Arab sentiment ran high. The Kurds
were ready to go to war, if necessary, to continue their autonomy from
Baghdad and solidify control over oil-rich Kirkuk, the foundation of a
future independent state they hoped to build. The January 2005 elections
solidified Kurdish power within the Iraqi leadership. Protesting US attacks
against them, the Sunni Arabs had largely boycotted elections and remained
largely outside the official politics of Iraq. The Supreme Council for
Islamic Revolution in Iraq, led by the Hakim family and lobbying for a
separate Shiite state in the oil-rich south, had gained dominance within
the largest Shiite bloc. The fracture lines had been drawn that would
permanently split Iraq into fragments.
[ technical notes ]
IRAQ IN FRAGMENTS was shot with Panasonic DVX-100 and DVX-100A cameras,
using 24p Advanced Pulldown mode, letter-boxed. All sound was recorded
on the camera.
300 hours of material were recorded in Iraq between February 2003 and
April 2005 for the production. 1600 pages of typed, time-coded, translated
transcripts were used in editing.
The film was edited by Billy McMillin, James Longley and Fiona Otway using
Final Cut Pro software running on Apple Macintosh computers.
The film was blown up to High Definition size and color corrected at Modern
Digital in Seattle.
Dolby Digital sound mixing took place at Bad Animals studios in Seattle.
File-to-Film recording was done at Alpha Cine Labs in Seattle.
about the director ]
James Longley was born in Oregon in 1972. He studied Film and Russian
at the University of Rochester and Wesleyan University in the United States,
and the All-Russian Institute of Cinematography (VGIK) in Moscow. His
student documentary, Portrait of Boy with Dog, about a boy in
a Moscow orphanage, was awarded the Student Academy Award in 1994 by the
Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences.
After working as a film projectionist in Washington State, an English
teacher in Siberia, a newspaper copy editor in Moscow, and a web designer
in New York City, James traveled to Palestine in 2001 to make his first
feature documentary, Gaza
Strip. The film, which takes an intimate look at the lives and
views of ordinary Palestinians in Israeli-occupied Gaza, screened to critical
acclaim in film festivals and U.S. theaters.
In 2002, James traveled to Iraq to begin pre-production work on his second
documentary feature, Iraq in Fragments, which was completed in
January 2006 and premiered at the Sundance Film Festival, where it was
awarded prizes for Best Documentary Directing, Best Documentary Editing,
and Best Documentary Cinematography - the first time in Sundance history
a documentary has received three jury awards. Iraq in Fragments
went on to win the Nestor Almendros Award at the Human Rights Watch Film
Festival, the Nesnady + Schwartz Documentary Film Competition at the Cleveland
Intl Film Festival, the FIPRESCI International Critics Award at Thessaloniki,
and the Grand Jury Award at the Full Frame Documentary Film Festival.
James Longley's short film, Sari's Mother, premiered at the 2006
Toronto International Film Festival.