If you're looking for a lion's den to preview your film about the convergence of oil company greed, Beltway ambition and terrorism, Washington, D.C., must top the list. Dallas comes in a close second.
And the morning after writer-director Stephen Gaghan screened "Syriana," his intricate, rattling tale of corporate intrigue, Persian Gulf agonies and our reliance on oil, Gaghan still was agitated by something.
"The American Enterprise people apparently walked out, which was perfect," he said, referring to the American Enterprise Institute, a Washington-based think tank. "It is exactly what happened with Iraq. They don't want to hear the bad news. They don't have any idea what's going on."
http://www.denverpost.com/entertainment/ci_3292788Founded in 1943, the American Enterprise Institute is today the single most influential think tank in America and the country's main bastion of neoconservatism. In a January 2003 speech at an AEI dinner celebrating the life of neocon godfather Irving Kristol, President Bush underscored the institute's impact. After commending AEI for having "some of the finest minds in our nation," the president said: "You do such good work that my administration has borrowed 20 such minds." That was a conservative estimate: Since the Bush administration took over in 2001, more than two dozen AEI alums have served either in a policy post or on one of the government's many panels and commissions--like the Defense Policy Board, which until early 2003 was chaired by AEI all-star Richard Perle. (5)
http://rightweb.irc-online.org/org/aei.phpDuring his research, the investigative journalist Seymour M. Hersh introduced Gaghan to Richard Perle, a fellow at the American Enterprise Institute, who is considered one of the neocon architects of the war in Iraq. It was weeks before the American invasion, and the screenwriter had just returned from Damascus, where he heard prognostications of what a quagmire the war would be.
"I'm in Perle's kitchen. He's passing out favors in the Bush administration. He's dispensing wisdom and making me a cappuccino from this $3,000 cappuccino machine. He's really smart, really clever, and I'm having a great time. I feel really lucky. I asked him, 'Mr. Perle, I have just one question. Who's going to run Iraq?' He said, 'Oh, no, no, no, we're not going into that. Who says we're going into Iraq?'
"I said, 'Really, if we went in, who's going to run the country?' He said, 'It's a shame we haven't done a better job of supporting Ahmad Chalabi. He's a wonderful man.' I said, 'Listen, Chalabi hasn't been in Iraq since 1959. He wears a Hermès tie. He lives in Paris. If he goes back there, they're going to reject him like a bad organ transplant.' "
Gaghan says that suddenly Perle got very serious. "He looked at me like 'Who let you in here?' He stared daggers at me for about a minute." Suddenly the doorbell rang. "He said, 'Excellent. I'll introduce you to Bibi on the way out.' It was Benjamin Netanyahu, dropping by with nine Uzi-wielding Mossad agents." As Perle ushered Gaghan out, Perle's wheaten terrier puppy, Reagan, began jumping around and, as Gaghan describes it, "pawing the crotch of Benjamin Netanyahu. Netanyahu just stands there and shakes with rage. So I pulled the dog away from him and said, 'Now, now, Reagan, not on former heads of state,' and they just held the door open and let me out."
http://www.clooneystudio.com/latimes103005.htmlA circuitous journey
NOT long after Sept. 11, Gaghan found his guide into the world of Middle Eastern politics: Robert Baer, a former CIA agent whose book "See No Evil: The True Story of a Ground Soldier in the CIA's War on Terrorism" inspired Clooney's character in the film, that of an increasingly disillusioned CIA officer. Gaghan and Baer ultimately spent six weeks traveling together, from the luxury mansions that Middle Eastern oil barons and arms magnates maintain in the South of France to Syria and Lebanon, where they met numerous sources — among them tribal leaders, the leaders of Hezbollah, the Lebanese minister of culture and the Syrian oil minister. Gaghan took copious notes in college-ruled notebooks.
"How I thought things operated in these giant warring nation states wasn't exactly how it happened. In fact, there are these critical people in between — these information merchants. They could be someone just like Bob, a midlevel guy at the CIA, who's just a nexus point for really good, accurate information for what people are intending. These guys are like lubrication for all these endeavors. They're like a little club. Bob speaks Arabic, Farsi and French and spent 20 years there. He can pick up the phone and call a guy with Rembrandts and Van Goghs on his walls, who says, 'I'm going out with my family on the yacht tomorrow. Come with us.' Twenty-four hours later we'd be sitting on the fantail of a beautiful boat while seven blond Yugoslavians were serving us buffalo mozzarella."
Gaghan soon realized that the meetings were never accidental — that Baer was hunting for information about the whereabouts of Al Qaeda operative Khalid Sheikh Mohammed, later acknowledged to be the mastermind behind Sept. 11. ("Bob had turned Danny Pearl on to that story, and he felt some guilt about what happened.") Baer also wanted the addresses of the families of the suicide bombers who flew the planes, a few of whom he wound up going to see as the pair drove across the region's Bekaa valley.
Gaghan later continued his research in Europe and Washington, D.C., where he hung out with energy traders and interviewed members of the American Enterprise Institute, the conservative think tank that is considered the neocon incubator of the Iraq War. He chatted with members of the Carlyle Group, the investment bank that boasts such advisors as former President George H.W. Bush and former British Prime Minister John Major; hung out with American oilmen; and interviewed lawyers who perform American legal work for various Gulf nations.
One such law firm, he says, received $36 million for "services rendered. I asked Bob what the check was for. It was to stop an FBI investigation." Everybody talked to him. After all, he was, as he describes himself, nothing more than "a Hollywood screenwriter, a cliché."