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A BRIEF HISTORY OF SEVEN KILLINGS by Marlon James (Riverhead Books, 2014)

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The Novel

When asked in a recent Channel 4 interview how much of this bold and extraordinary novel came from personal experience and how much derived from rumors, Marlon James replies without hesitation “All of it is rumor. In Jamaica, you trust rumors, you don’t trust facts. Facts come with an agenda”.

 

It is something of a dumb platitude to say that truth is stranger than fiction but, like most dumb platitudes, this has a strong basis in reality. Nowadays, people increasingly struggle to separate the two concepts, reacting to natural and man-made disasters with comments to the effect that ‘It was like something out of a movie’ or routinely responding to some shocking or bizarre news story by saying ‘You couldn’t make this stuff up’.

To make sense of the ‘real world’ (whatever that is) and the irrational behavior of humankind, I must have some Jamaican blood in me because I don’t believe it is enough to stick to the facts by watching documentaries, reading history books or studying psychological manuals. While these resources can give valuable insights and context they, as James observes, always come with an agenda.

Fiction comes with its own baggage too of course but, while novels can take greater liberties with the ‘truth’ they can also encourage readers to embrace scepticism by ‘seeing’ events from diverse and multiple perspectives.

This is brilliantly exemplified in James’ masterly and multi-layered third novel, a worthy winner of 2015’s Man Booker Prize which has been accurately and acutely described by one New York Times critic as “an epic of post colonial fallout”. Continue reading

DON’T BELONG TO THE BLANK GENERATION

Some thoughts on creativity :

A blank canvas or an empty page can be seen as a challenge or a failure.

If you take it to signify a dearth of ideas then you may be spooked by what it represents.

This can lead to shame and the urge to cover it up before others can see.

On the other hand, you could see this in a more positive light – a fresh start, a new beginning.

A space full of endless possibilities.

Eventually, the time may come when you summon up courage to pick up a brush or pen.

This is the moment when you choose how to make your mark.

And this when people can judge you by your actions.

How tempting it is do nothing; but also…. how sad!

I have now seen all nine films nominated for best picture at this year’s Oscars. You can read individual reviews of each of them on this blog and, ahead of the forthcoming razzmatazz of the awards ceremony, here are my final thoughts on the contenders.

The three best movies are by directors who understand the visual grammar of cinema to the point that images speak louder than words.

In the case of The Artist there is no dialogue at all, unless you count the title cards. Martin Scorsese’s Hugo is so memorable because of the amazing production design that brings the automaton and Parisian station to life. This supports the pseudo-religious view expressed by the young protagonist that we are all part of one enormous mechanism .

Both movies pay affectionate homage to silent movies in recognition of cinema as a painterly and visionary medium.

The other truly great film on the short list is Terrence Malick’s The Tree Of Life,. It too is visually stunning but the lack of linear narrative makes it the type of movie that wins more supporters at artier festivals like Venice, Berlin or Cannes.

I personally expect The Artist to triumph but would like to see Scorsese or Malick win as best director. Continue reading

HUNGER directed by Steve McQueen (2008)

I’ve been reading a lot about Steve McQueen’s new movie Shame which is released this week.  Pieces about the British born director usually include praise for his debut full length movie, Hunger, released in 2008 which also stars Irish-German actor Michael Fassbender .  While waiting for Fassbender the sex addict, I thought I’d watch him as the IRA hunger striker, Bobby Sands.

And what a remarkable performance it is. There can’t be many actors prepared to starve themselves almost to death to play a role but this is what he does in order to act out Sands’ final 66 days on earth. He embarked on a 10 week crash diet in LA which, by the end, had him surviving on just 600 calories a day. He ended up weighing  59 kg which was almost the same weight as that of Sands when he died and perilously close to the point of no return when your vital organs start giving up.

When you see shots of him with visible bones, the first thought is that this is a clever piece of Photoshop style trickery, but, when you realise he really looked like this, it is doubly shocking. Apparently, many people thought Fassbender was suffering from cancer and it’s amazing that he had sufficient energy to play the final scenes. To embark on such a no holds barred degree of commitment shows the level of belief must have had in McQueen’s movie. You wouldn’t  go through this self-torture for a second-rate production. Continue reading

THE KILLER WITHIN

The Killer Inside Me is a deeply unpleasant movie which is  hard to watch and impossible to enjoy.

Michael Winterbottom’s film is based on the 1952 crime noir novel by Jim Thompson and a remake of a badly received 1976 movie of the same name.

It  is the squalid tale of Lou Ford (Casey Affleck) a small-town cop and unrepentant killer. His love of classical music and clean cut exterior is sharply at odds with the dark sadistic nature within.

Affleck’s mumbled drawl is so pronounced that many of his lines are as incomprehensible as his actions.

He knows he’s mentally sick but just can’t help himself. Being a young witness to the beatings his mother was (apparently willingly) subjected to makes him numb to the suffering he causes others.

Spade Cooley’s country swing number ‘Shame On You’ is used as a kind of ironic signature tune but his calculated cruelty goes way beyond being merely shameful.

His colleagues are not the brightest bunch so he even gets away with killing a man while visiting him in a prison cell (they think it was suicide…doh!).

I haven’t read the novel but it is no surprise to learn that was written as a first person narrative, with Thompson attempting to unravel what goes on in the mind of a sadistic killer. Continue reading