Sunday, 11 January 2009

Che: Part One - Biopic or not?

When is a biopic not quite a biopic? When it doesn’t explain the subject’s motivations? When it misses large chunks of the subject’s life? When it remains so faithful to account that it largely rejects context?

All of these charges apply to Che: Part One. It is scarily close in narrative to Cuban hero Guevara’s Reminisces of the Cuban Revolutionary War – each shot is an almost exact remake of Guevara’s memories, each set of images another page of Guevera's memories.

And this is where the controversy has arisen. Is a film which draws entirely on a personal account a biopic or an autobiopic? Critics are divided, as I reported at the end of last year. Some believe it isn’t even a biography; instead its focus on the conflict as the narrative has led many to call it a war film, or a military biopic if you want. But isn’t this what Che would have wanted in a film about his life? His goal was never personal glory; most who met him said he lacked ego in the sense the Western world understand it. But, on the other hand, should a biopic take into account the subject's wants?

I don’t know quite what to think about aesthetics, narratives and whether it goes deep enough. It is true that Che’s life before the revolution is completely glossed over; the earliest we see him is during his first encounter with Fidel Castro in Mexico City, where plans for revolution are presented to Guevara. It is also true we never see his wife, children, family or home country; His personal life is actually limited to a single reference. We aren’t even exposed to Guevara’s motivations – he is simply a pig-headed anti-imperialist revolutionary.

Yet despite the lack of coherent context, it somehow works – like Soderberg has understood Guevara’s message and has given it fair space to breathe in, warts and all.

However, this isn’t to say the film is homage – far from it. The revolutionary soldier/military pioneer is just that – at times ruthless, cold-hearted and passionate to the point of crazed anger but that seems to be the point, that Guevara was interested in the war, the struggle, not his own role within the revolution. Aided by a stunning performance from Benicio Del Toro, Che: Part One is an insightful Western mainstream account of the Cuban revolution, yet not in the way most expected.

I suspect those have major problems with the film will have them on ideological levels, on both the political and filmic fronts. Miami Cubans complained vigorously the film is too far on the side of the Cuban revolutionary perspective, and this is incorrect. What is important to understand is the context of how Soderberg has treated the film: less interested in politics or motivation, he wants to reveal the revolutionary life – what it means, what it involves, how the biggest mass revolution of the twentieth century happened. Some film buffs may alude the lack of depth, and in a sense this is justified, but clearly they have rejected the style of the film. This is less about a person and more about how a person can be driven to achieve goals, and become a living (soon-to-dead) icon.

As a unique piece of filmmaking Che: Part One is a major success. Ruthless, uncompromising and brilliantly shot with wonderful central performances, Soderberg has produced a really strong film here (minus the casting of Castro – it's wrong, wrong, wrong; and the fact Guevara’s hat doesn't come off once during the whole film). Not the film of the year – I have a feeling The Wrestler might take that accolade) but a strong effort and one which will divide opinion, both the in film and political communities, for years.

Part Two follows next month.

Friday, 9 January 2009

Shameless self-promotion #1

Excuse me, I know I said my next post would be a Che: Part One review (and that is coming, I can reveal now if you haven't already seen it that you should).

I've been slacking due to a mix of festival alcohol consumption followed by long, painful hungover days of self-depreciation and for the last week, another batch of work experience.

Unfortunately, this time I'm in Sutton - twenty miles from the middle of nowhere - which means getting up at 6.30am. By the time I'm getting home at 8 - 8.30pm, it's a case of eat, sleep, wake too soon, go again.

So, in the light of my current predicament, I thought I'd cheer myself up with a spot of shameless self promotion. Below are links to stories I wrote for
C21media.net last month (also have a feature coming in their next print mag later this month) and Community Care magazine.

They are unlikely to particularly float anyone's pedalo, but... enjoy...?

CRB: Quarter of people know nothing of safeguarding agency (Communitycare.co.uk 7 January 2009)
Children 'desensitised' to sexual bullying and assault, survey finds (Communitycare.co.uk 6 January 2009)
Prince's Trust: One in ten young people feel life is 'meaningless' (Communitycare.co.uk 5 January 2009)
Channel 4 cut commission cash by $75m (c21media.net 18 December 2008)
New head of acquisitions for All3 (c21media.net 16 December 2008)
German nets buy UK, Irish formats (c21media.net 9 December 2008)

Tuesday, 30 December 2008

Keeping abreast of developments in Facebook row

Despite all the awful in the world, at least Facebook exercised some sense this week. Hope for all.

The petition which followed Facebook's announcement banning breastfeeding pics is an unfortunate side-effect of progress.

Eds note: I do love women.

Wednesday, 24 December 2008

Anticipating Che

Benicio del Toro and Steven Soderbergh's eight-year labour of intrigue into Cuban revolutionary icon Che Guevara finally hits UK shores on the 2nd January, thankfully giving me a day to shake off the inevitable New Years' hangover so I can approach the multi-hour bio-pic with a clear, objective head.

The film, entitled simply Che, has been split into two parts, which were initially to be called The Argentine and Guerilla, but are now just Part One and Part Two, and by all accounts will be nothing if not a very unique take on both the revolutionary subject and the biopic genre. Needless to say, the film will divide audiences.

Most critics who've seen the pre-release screenings say it's the overwhlemingly didadict (some say dispassionate/ unconventional) approach Soderberg has taken with Che which has really got people pigeon-necking [1], [2], [3], [4]. Opinion is divided.

Little White Lies' Jonathan Crocker said "it had the look and feel of a seminal film...as with any cinematic landmark, it may take years to fully absorb." Roger Ebert named it as one of his films of 2008, whilst James Rocchi of cinematical.com went a step further and named it as his film of the year. On the flipside, Variety film critic Todd McCarthy called it "non-dramatic" and that "[n]either [Part One or Two] feels remotely like a satisfying stand-alone film, while the whole offers far too many aggravations for it's paltry rewards."

So, no pressure for Che to perform at the box-office then.

As a political entity, Che has made waves as well. Miami Cubans protested at a screening near a US screening in Little Havana (despite many not having seen the film), Soderberg had to deal with rowdy invitees and a marathan Q&A session in New York and del Toro has received praise from Cuban national newspaper Granma, a Cannes Best Actor win and a letter of approval from Guevarra's wife.

I'll report back on here with a full review in January, but until then, enjoy a trailer. (Might be a Youtube special, might be the official one, not entirely sure.)

Friday, 19 December 2008

Telegraph row with Greenslade, get blog-post kicking

About a week ago there was an interesting little blog feud/debate between Media Guardian critic/all round journalismystro Roy Greenslade and The Telegraph honcho Justin Williams over goings on at the Telegraph.

You might be wondering I've decided to bring this up now. The reason is not so much about the feud, although that was good, but because of the feedback left on Williams blog since. He's had his face metaphorically rubbed over a dirtdee washing-filled floor, by almost all the posters. Can it really be that bad at the rebranded-Torygraph?

I'd like to think not, simply because the editor, Will Lewis, is City Uni journalism alumni and if he's tarred then the rest of us (probably) are too. Although, as I'm unlikely to ever make a huge difference to the mainstream British press, maybe I shouldn't care.

Anyways, back to the story. Greenslade, who lectures a bunch of us trainee journalists every term-time Monday afternoon at City University, is concerned the Telegraph is becoming an evil enterprise which lays off staff, systematically breaks journalists' morale and is trying to become the new Daily Mail - "unashamedly popularist," says the Green man.

He left a post after the said blog in which he braced himself for the Williams shizen to really hit the fan, but maybe secretly goading the Telegraph deputy ed to really let loose. Which he did.

Cue mud-slinging, anger, vitriol etc. and an interesting debate on the future of print journalism and how journalists should do their jobs in the UK.

Sunday, 14 December 2008

Iraqi journo gives Bush the boot

Normally, George Bush doesn't need any help to put his foot in it. However, at a news conference in Iraq today he was introduced to the sole of journalist Muntadar al-Zeidi's shoe as a thank-you for all of his good work building a new American oil base, er..., future for the country.

In Arabic culture to show someone the sole of your foot is the something like the equivalent of calling some a c**t in Britain. Hmmm...

Eds note - I will learn how to upload video to this blog asap.

Update 17th December 2008 - If it appeared Bush was just a little too good at ducking from those shoes, the reason is now clear, as shown in the footage below. He's been taking lessons from the Matrix Trilogy. So we now also know what he actually does all day. In addition, to feed your inner child, play Sock and Awe, Flying Babush or Bush Boot Camp.

Saturday, 13 December 2008

Not funny, Elton? Guardian wins landmark court case against singer

Elton John likes to throw tantrums that most newborns would be proud of. Unfortunately, he'll have to cry into his pillow alone over his latest spat after a judge ruled the Guardian had not defamed or libelled the moody singer in a spoof article about his annual White Tie and Tiara Ball.

Guardian writer
Martina Hyde wrote the piece, which is essentially a mock diary of Elton's week as he prepares for his AIDS charity ball. The article has Reg Dw..., sorry, Elton seeing the ball as less a chance to raise money for research and more a chance for him to reseach which attending celebs would be useful to be seen with for the next twelve months. Any cash heading for his foundation would be subject to costs, which Hyde has Elton amusingly named 'care-o-nomics'.

The decision is a great one to me, professionally and personally. As a writer it's good too know that the law agrees we're allowed to prod at the celeb piggies for a bit of fun, just to remind them that their egos aren't universally appreciated by all. Elton John needs goading, if only to ensure he continues to have a hissy fit everytime he gives someone enough ammunition to wind him up. Which is all the time.

Legally, journalists have been vindicated by this decision, which was hailed as a "landmark decision" by Guardian writer Duncan Campbell.

The former Watford chairman will now be out of a substantial amount of cash (which he would have otherwise payed into his charity, of course) for legal fees for both himself and the Guardian.

As a human being, it's also good to know that freedom of speech has been protected; I was starting to get the impression celebs have immunity from all laws normal people are subject to. I was starting to think I might have to apply for a spot on next year's X-Factor or throw an egg at Boris Johnson at his next public appearance just to get some press exposure. I'd then become a Z-Lister for a few weeks, enabling myself to do some really bad journalism and get away with it on grounds that I'm too important to be bothered by some silly editor... he's not as famous as me and therefore bypasses the radar.

So, Elton, take the decision on the chin. We're awaiting your next tantrum with some very tickly feathers.