Daily Archives: Sunday, November 11, 2018

  • If Beale Street Could Talk

    Barry Jenkins (2018)

    James Baldwin’s If Beale Street Could Talk, first published in 1974, is set in Harlem, New York but the place in the novel’s title refers to an address in Memphis, Tennessee.  Wikipedia describes the Memphis Beale Street as ‘the main entertainment district for the city’s African American population in the early part of the 20th century, and a place closely associated with the development of the blues’.  (The song ‘Beale Street Blues’, written in 1916 by W C Handy, first became famous as a Broadway musical revue number a few years later.)   As Barry Jenkins makes clear in the epigraph to his screen version of the novel, Beale Street also meant something larger to its author:

    ‘Every black person born in America was born on Beale Street, born in the black neighborhood of some American city, whether in Jackson, Mississippi, or in Harlem, New York. Beale Street is our legacy.’

    It’s significant that Jenkins introduces his adaptation with a Baldwin quote that indicates the book’s premise (or at least explains its title) but isn’t taken from the text of the novel.  The quote dictates the film’s tone and style.  Baldwin tells a story that illustrates, through what happens to strongly individualised characters, scandalous and tragic aspects of African-American experience.  The reader gradually perceives and feels the weight of the book’s themes.  Jenkins, whose characters come across as representatives rather than individuals, imposes a tragic atmosphere from the start and the effect is monotonous.  As well as the cast, insistent mournful strings on the soundtrack contribute to the unvarying register and tempo.  Those strings raise suspicions that Jenkins is straining to replicate elements that helped make Moonlight a success.  The scores for the two films are recognisably the work of the same composer but in Moonlight Jenkins used Nicholas Britell’s music more carefully and persuasively than he does here.

    Baldwin’s novel is set in the early 1970s.  Its protagonist and first-person narrator is nineteen-year-old Clementine ‘Tish’ Rivers, who is carrying her first child.  (All the characters are black unless otherwise indicated below.)  The baby’s father is Tish’s twenty-two-year-old fiancé Alonzo ‘Fonny’ Hunt.  They’ve known and liked each other since they were young children; they are now deeply in love.  Fonny is a sculptor; Tish works on a perfume counter in a city store with an overwhelmingly white clientele.  Their future together is stopped in its tracks when Fonny is arrested and charged with the rape of a young Puerto Rican woman.  At the start of the story, he is in police custody awaiting trial.  It becomes clear that he is innocent of the crime and has been framed by a racist white policeman.  The narrative describes, through Tish’s recollections, the growth of her and Fonny’s feelings for each other, as well as relationships within, and tensions between, the Rivers and Hunt families – the former tolerant and positive-thinking, the latter dominated by Fonny’s alarmingly pious and censorious mother.

    Fonny’s white lawyer Hayward learns that the rape victim, Victoria Rogers, who’s prepared to testify in court that Fonny was her attacker, has returned to Puerto Rico pending the case coming to trial.  Victoria too is pregnant.  The novel’s dramatic climax comes when Tish’s mother Sharon travels to Puerto Rico to seek her out and try to persuade her to change her testimony.  The latter attempt fails and, when Victoria suffers some kind of breakdown after losing her baby, Fonny’s trial is postponed.  At the end of the novel, he is still behind bars and Tish is on the point of giving birth.   The book’s last paragraph is:

    ‘Fonny is working on the wood, on the stone, whistling, smiling.  And, from far away, but coming nearer, the baby cries and cries and cries and cries and cries and cries and cries and cries, cries like it means to wake the dead.’

    Turning the material into a film seems to offer a particular opportunity and a particular challenge.  The opportunity is to smooth out awkward features of Baldwin’s narrative.  For a girl with supposedly next to no education, Tish’s phraseology is remarkably polished when she’s delivering insights into love and life (‘The miscalculations of this world are vast …’).  There are times when Baldwin almost admits to not finding a means of moving from Tish’s account into descriptions of events she didn’t witness (‘[My father and Fonny’s father], as we learn later, have also been sitting in a bar, and this is what happened between them’).  The challenge is that the book stops before the baby has been born and without Fonny’s situation being resolved.  Baldwin’s vivid prose guards his ending against diminuendo but a scenarist will be all too well aware of how anti-climactic it’s liable to be for a film audience.

    Although Jenkins’s screenplay retains Tish’s narration, her voiceover is relatively rationed.  She’s still occasionally more articulate than you’d guess possible from her scenes with other characters but this is less of an issue than in the book.  The transitions to and from scenes that don’t involve Tish aren’t an obvious problem either.  Until the closing stages, Jenkins’s adaptation is basically faithful to Baldwin’s plot; he naturally retains a flashback structure to describe the central romance.  The pressure to take the story beyond the point that Baldwin ends it with works to the film’s advantage as a means of implying that the systemic racial prejudice of nearly half a century ago still disfigures American policing and administration of justice.  When Tish’s baby boy is born, it’s hard not to think. he’ll be lucky if he fares better than his father did.  Fonny takes a plea and gets a prison sentence.  Jenkins shows Tish and their son visiting him in jail several years later.  Over the closing credits Billy Preston sings ‘My Country ‘Tis of Thee’, to inevitably ironic effect.

    If Beale Street Could Talk, although at last eloquent as a political statement, fails in dramatic terms in the nearly two hours leading up to its finale.  Jenkins has encouraged his cast to speak their lines slowly and with self-conscious gravity.  Most of the exchanges between characters have the quality not of conversation but of important statements delivered via overly considered acting, which gives proceedings an almost ritual quality.  There’s not much sense of the vibrant cut and thrust of the Rivers family’s home life that Baldwin conveys – not least because the role of Tish’s clever and politically engaged elder sister Ernestine has been so reduced, and in spite of the fine work of Regina King (Sharon) in these domestic scenes.  As Jenkins has staged it, Sharon’s visit to Puerto Rico and encounter there with Victoria Rogers (Emily Rios) is unfortunately melodramatic.

    There’s little surprise or development in the lead performances.  KiKi Layne’s Tish and Stephan James’s Fonny always give the impression of knowing what’s coming.  While Layne is occasionally affecting, James lacks the engaging, offbeat personality that Fonny has on the page.  (The film’s Fonny always looks very healthy in prison.)  In the book, the first time the couple sleep together is a profound experience for Tish especially.  In technical terms, the love-making is a highlight on the screen too but the tone is different:  Jenkins invests it with a mournfulness that predicts the tragedy to come and skimps on the episode’s exultant aspect.  The only positively memorable bits of If Beale Street Could Talk – even just a few days after seeing it at the London Film Festival – are the rare tonally distinctive ones, like a sequence in which Tish and Fonny go to look at a loft they get to rent, courtesy of Levy (Dave Franco), the decent, mildly eccentric young Jewish landlord.  The rhythm and playing of the scene are a welcome change from the prevailing studied solemnity of this disappointing film.

    21 October 2018

  • The Favourite

    Yorgos Lanthimos (2018)

    Yorgos Lanthimos’s new film is stylistically confident and consistent or, to put it another way, monotonous.   It’s immediately clear that this British royalty period drama, set in the early years of the eighteenth century, is going to subvert genre conventions.  The typography of the opening titles, like the subsequent chapter headings that appear on the screen, is eccentric to the point of disorienting.  The dialogue is often breezily anachronistic (‘No pressure’, ‘That’s not going to happen’) and sprinkled with f***s and c***s.   Queen Anne and her courtiers keep falling over or suffering other undignified humiliations.  Lanthimos throws these things into relief by placing them in a traditional royal history film context:  the art direction and costumes are sumptuous; the soundtrack includes music by Bach, Handel, Purcell and Vivaldi.  It’s not only because the modus operandi is so insistent that things soon feel familiar:  the approach isn’t as novel as Lanthimos seems to think.  Asked if she slept well, Sarah Churchill, Duchess of Marlborough replies, ‘Like a shot badger’ – a phrase straight out of a Blackadder script and far from the only one in the screenplay (by Deborah Davis and Tony McNamara).  The nearly non-stop cutting-down-to-size of highborn historical personnel is Blackadder-ish too.  It’s a treatment better suited to a weekly TV sitcom than a two-hour film with dramatic as well as comic pretensions.

    Lanthimos has forged an international reputation in cinema with explorations of sealed-off and startlingly unorthodox groups – Dogtooth, Alps, The Lobster.   He co-wrote all three of those (and the subsequent The Killing of a Sacred Deer) with Efthymis Filippou.  This new film is his first since his debut feature, the co-directed My Best Friend (2001), for which Lanthimos doesn’t have a screenplay credit.  It’s not hard to see why an English monarch’s court and the power struggles within it appealed to him (perhaps especially as a non-Brit) as another pathologically cloistered set-up.  The Favourite tells the based-on-a-true story of a vicious contest between Sarah Churchill (Rachel Weisz) and her impoverished cousin Abigail Hill (Emma Stone), whom Sarah introduces to the court of Queen Anne (Olivia Colman).   Abigail schemes successfully to replace Sarah as the royal favourite and, by doing so and like Sarah before her, bend the ailing, unhappy Queen to her will.  Sarah’s husband, the Duke of Marlborough (Mark Gatiss), is away fighting the War of the Spanish Succession for most of the film, which repeatedly suggests that national military strategy is dictated by the Queen’s whims and alarmingly changeable moods.  There’s a strong lesbian element in the feelings Anne has for the other two women.  Abigail, as well as sharing the royal bed, tantalises and in due course marries the young courtier Samuel Masham (Joe Alwyn).   The slender storyline is stretched out to two hours thanks to a plentiful supply of incident, as well as bizarre court divertissements that include duck races and a naked man being pelted with fruit.  The closing stages are anti-climactic:  Lanthimos has made his points long before then.

    The quality of the design, cinematography and much of the acting elevates The Favourite.  The film was shot at Hatfield Hall in Hertfordshire.  Production designer Fiona Crombie ‘drew inspiration from the chequered black-and-white marble floor in the Great Hall for the film’s colour palette’ (Wikipedia) – a palette reinforced by Sandy Powell’s costumes.  The wigs, according to Sally, are exceptional.  Robbie Ryan’s wide-angle shots convey not only the large scope of the royal rooms but also the mixture of isolation and claustrophobia generated by the settings and set-up of the characters’ lives.  Rachel Weisz and Emma Stone are both first-rate:  mastering an English accent without evident effort, Stone gives her most technically accomplished performance to date.  It’s the fault not of her or Weisz but of the screenplay that these portraits are limited by repetition.  Joe Alwyn is crisply witty as Masham.  Many will enjoy (more than I did) Nicholas Hoult’s turn as the flamboyant, ridiculous Whig-turned-Tory politico Robert Harley, first Earl of Oxford.

    As Queen Anne, Olivia Colman is something else and Lanthimos is too smart not to exploit her unusual combination of talents.  The numerous rabbits running round her chambers represent the monarch’s many deceased children[1].  The rabbits, although another of the film’s bizarreries, also reflect a more unusual sliver of compassion on the part of its director.  An actress who instinctively engages with each character that she plays, Olivia Colman makes the gout-ridden Anne both self-pitying and genuinely pitiable – exhausted by ill health and by the weight of her gowns and other regalia.  Colman’s natural humour and comic timing in The Favourite are what we’ve come to expect from other roles.  In this one, she also goes to places more disagreeable than I’ve seen her go before – in Anne’s screeching outbursts of petulant anger, in the sense we get that the monarch is sometimes cheered up by realising she can do as she pleases.  At two points in the film, Lanthimos has Colman give the camera a protracted stare.   Both stares are mesmerising.

    As we made our way out of this London Film Festival screening of The Favourite at the Embankment Gardens Cinema, I heard a couple enthusing about how ‘original’ and ‘wonderfully filthy’ it was.  There’s no arguing with the latter term of praise if you’re partial to wonderful filth but I’m less sure about the ‘originality’.   As Abigail gets ready for sex with Masham for the first time, she asks him, ‘Are you going to rape me or seduce me?’  ‘I’m a gentleman,’ Masham replies.  I found myself muttering ‘So, rape, then’ before the words were out of Emma Stone’s mouth.  That’s how predictable the dialogue had become before the film was an hour old yet Abigail’s putdown got a huge laugh.  It’ll be no surprise either to find The Favourite figuring prominently in the forthcoming awards season and viewers, critics included, congratulating themselves on enjoying something daring and different.  But Yorgos Lanthimos has moved a distance from the challenging Dogtooth.  He’s now giving his audience just what they want to see and hear.

    19 October 2018

    [1] Before she ascended to the throne in 1702 at the age of thirty-seven, Anne was pregnant at least seventeen times over as many years.  She miscarried or gave birth to stillborn children at least twelve times. Of her five live-born children, four died before reaching the age of two.  Her sole surviving child died at the age of eleven in 1700, the year also of her last abortive pregnancy.