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TYRANNOSAUR Written and Directed by Paddy Considine (UK, 2011)

As part of my ongoing research into British films and national identity, I have just re-watched Paddy Considine’s Tyrannosaur (2011), one of a small but select sub-genre of films directed by well-known actors exposing the menace of toxic masculinity. Others are Gary Oldman’s Nil By Mouth (1997) and Tim Roth’s The War Zone (1999).

The working title of my book is Mirror Visions and will look at how British cinema has reflected and shaped national identity from the 1960s to the present day. The above three films will be included in a chapter entitled ‘Unbecoming Masculinity’.

Tyrannosaur was developed out of a 15 minute short  Dog Altogether (2007) whose stated aim was  “to start a film with a man kicking a dog to death, and  to try and get an audience to end up caring about him.”   This is a tall order and within this short time frame there’s little to indicate why this hate-filled, violent and destructive man should be deserving of our sympathy. One viewer on You Tube was unconvinced and commented  “Films like this should be banned, no wonder we’re in a sick world.”

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THE FEAR written by Richard Cotton, directed by Michael Samuels (Channel 4 2012)

I’d hate to be on the receiving end of one of Peter Mullan’s stares. When he fixes his unflinching gaze on someone you know it’s only a matter of time before he decks them.

He’s one of those actors for whom the red mist of rage seems to come as second nature. He was so convincing as an alcoholic in films like My Name Is Joe and Tyrannosaurus that you just know that he is drawing on personal experience rather than simply method acting.

There’s always a risk that he gets typecast as a drunken Scot which is why I think that it was a mistake in this four-part drama to show him guzzling a bottle of whiskey prior to going on a bender. For this is not the story of a heavy drinker but of a tough guy being brought down by a serious mental illness.

Set in Brighton, it follows Mullan as gangster turned entrepreneur Richie Beckett in his slow descent into madness caused by the early onset of dementia. Confabulation sounds like a joke word but actually describes the serious psychological state whereby sufferers fill in gaps in their memory by fabricated events. Against this backdrop, we see Richie desperately trying to hold things together while embroiled in turf wars with a ruthless Albanian gang of archetype (and stereotypical) bad guys.

For dramatic purposes it would have been better had we seen Mullan losing control solely because of this medical condition. The boozy scenes serve only to distract the viewer from the crippling effects of Alzheimer’s.

Mullan dominates to the point that the other parts seem sketchy and undeveloped. Nevertheless Harry Lloyd is impressive as Matty one of his two sons and it was good to see Richard E Grant as a smarmy doctor.

Despite his violent character, you can’t help but feel sympathy for Mullan /Richie in the same way that you may take pity on a punch drunk boxer who is unaware that he is losing the bout. “I’m here – I’m alive – I’m normal – What the fuck are you?” he rages when his wife suggests he seeks help. Ultimately I ended up feeling that going down fighting like this was better than a slow death in a hospice.

TYRANNOSAUR WRECKS

TYRANNOSAUR directed by Paddy Considine (UK, 2011)

Hannah – “I feel safe with you”  Joseph – ” I am not a nice human being. Nobody is safe with me”.

That Peter Mullan is so convincing as a raging drunk in this movie  is no great surprise, particularly as it is a kind of reprise of his leading role in Ken Loach’s My Name Is Joe – even his name is practically the same.

If this were simply another story of one man’s infinite capacity for violence and self-destructive behaviour it would struggle to hold the attention for the whole movie.

It is the role of Hannah, played superbly by Olivia Colman that makes this movie so memorable.  On the surface she is a happily married middle-class woman living in a detached executive  home and working in a Christian charity shop to ‘do her bit’ for society. Joseph brands her as a cake baking do-gooder who knows nothing of the real world. Ironically, she knows as much, if not more, of living with cruelty, with the crucial difference being that she experiences this as a victim rather than as a perpetrator.

Her abusive husband James (Eddie Marsan) is even scarier than Joseph because his aggression is more insidiously vindictive and less predictable. His psychosis is not fuelled by drink but by something more deep-rooted and sinister.  Our introduction to him is when he returns home late to find Hannah sleeping on the couch and promptly urinates over her.  We learn something of the back story of Joseph but are left to speculate precisely how and why Hannah and James’ marriage disintegrated so catastrophically. Continue reading