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  • I Am Samuel

    Beautiful and intimate documentary about Samuel, a gay Kenyan, who is considering coming out to his family now that he has met the love of his life, Alex.

    This film for me was about the universalities and uniqueness of queer people’s stories. Every queer person watching this can identify with growing up receiving the message that straight is the only way to be, and thinking you are the only person you know who is queer, and having anxiety about parental rejection when you come out. Across the world, queer people can identify with that.

    Yet this film is also about Samuel’s story in particular. He grew up in a rural, religious family. The family is very close. As a teenager, to try to conform to being straight, he slept with and knocked up a local girl, and now is raising a daughter as a single dad. She stays with his sister while he goes to work in the city, in order to earn the family a little money, and pay for his daughter’s schooling. But in Nairobi, he had a complete awakening. He realised he is not the only gay person, that there is in fact numerous gay people, and plenty right there in Nairobi. He made a crowd of friends, met and fell in love with Alex.

    Kenya is a very devoutly Christian country, and being gay is illegal there. Homophobic violence is a constant source of worry.

    But what was really encouraging about this film was there, like here, things are changing. Just because you can’t see them on the surface, in the penal code, on the tv screen, doesn’t mean that it isn’t happening. And it’s happening as it happens all around the world, another universal queer experience: things change when people live their truth openly, and when people choose love over hate.

  • Beyond My Steps

    This film is fucking gorgeous. Beyond My Steps in a documentary following the Contemporary Dance Company of Angola as the dancers rehearse for the performance of the piece (De)construction. Choreographed by Monica Anapaz, the piece deals with construction and deconstruction of central cultural themes of identity, place, tradition and change.

    The cinematography of this film is just spectacular. It is sumptuous to watch, bringing alive with sharp clarity this vibrant, bright and colourful place, people and performance. The score is also excellent, all tying together with film’s focus on communication through art.

    The dancers reflect on what they are bringing to the performance, and what the piece means to them. They are predominantly from the provinces, and are now working and living in the capital, so urban alienation is a factor, with the divide of the rural and urban mirroring the tense negotiation between tradition and increasing globalisation. The different way of life can often be jarring, with increased access to technology, tv and social media often existing side by side with less community cohesion and interconnectedness.

    And nationally, there is a struggle for cohesion, especially with the legacy of the decades-long civil war. CDCA is the first professional dance company in Angola, and they want their work to speak to the diversity of the country, but also bring that together, as one performance by complementary performers.

    For the dancers, how this piece finds a way to incorporate traditional Angolan dance forms syncretic with contemporary modern, and its deconstructive process, speaks to a continual lived experience in which we carry who we are forward in our lives, collectively. While trying capture the choreographer’s unique vision, they nonetheless create a universal message.

    Just beautiful.

  • I Loved So Much

    I Loved So Much is a documentary about Fadma, a 75-year-old woman who has lived an incredible life.

    Firstly, I LOVED Fadma. She is an absolute legend. There is nothing better than a wee auld granny who tells it straight. She shies away from nothing, and calls everything as she sees it. She has such enthusiasm for living, she’s more alive than most of us. She always laughing, or smiling, and takes every opportunity to dance when music is on the go. She’s warm-hearted and kind, and everyone in this film agrees they are better for having known her. A woman of great spirit.

    When I read the synopsis about this film, I thought it was going to be grim, very serious, and controversial. Fadma left Morocco at age 20 to become a prostitute in the French army as they headed off to fight in Vietnam. Now, she wants a pension, same as the soldiers, for the work she did in the war. Anyone reading a synopsis like that would be prepared for a sobering film, but that’s because you haven’t met Fadma. Her story is one of adventure and joy. Even now, in the hardships of poverty, she can’t believe her good luck at having had such a life.

    She travelled the world, she’s had numerous lovers, she was wounded in war, and she was able to adopt two wonderful sons. She considers herself to have had many blessings. And now she’s the star of a film all about her!

    While she tells plainly the unfairness of her lack of pension, of her abusive ex-husband burning the papers she might have used to make her claim to the French government, and of the hardship of her current situation, she tells all as part of the adventure of her life. She begs on the streets now, and it is what it is, but even there she makes friends with a busker, and uses it as an opportunity to dance.

    If only we could all face our hardships with such grace. A really inspiring woman. She deserves every cent of that pension.

  • The Mayor’s Race

    The Mayor’s Race follows Labour politician Marvin Rees’s journey to becoming elected mayor of Bristol. This made him only the third Black British mayor in the UK, and the first to be directly elected by voters.

    It’s hard to talk about this film without getting into a whole conversation about politics, and I mean what politics is, not just parties and votes. That’s not really the purpose of a film review, so I’ll try to keep it brief and relevant. The first impression Rees gives is one of profound naivety. His optimism, hope, and genuine belief that more representatives from marginalised communities will translate into power being use for the benefit of those communities, is almost not credible. It’s like, have you seen THE WORLD before? You can’t possibly think, as a grown man who’s paying attention, that this is how this works. It made me think of Mamadou Ngela from This Is Congo, where you’re like, do you know what game you’re playing?

    Secondly, you watch how much work and emotional labour goes into running one of these campaigns and you just think, imagine if this much energy went into directly solving the problems, instead of going through the roundabout route of party politics. Think of how much time and effort goes into each political campaign, not just the winner’s, and not just from the candidate, but from the volunteers, staff, journalists, activists, and voters themselves. Then think about what might be achieved if that effort went on direct work solving community problems, instead of a competition in which the majority of it will be wasted as only one candidate can win, and even then their job will be to seek permission for the problem to be solved.

    Finally, it does seem to dawn on Rees as the movie goes on, that there are widespread systemic issues, that are not solved by changing the face on the front of the machine. The film shows rallies by the EDL, who are the convenient and accepted face of racism in British consciousness, as if they and only they are racist, and the rest of us needn’t worry about racism beyond their monopoly. But then it also shows the police protecting the EDL rally, but attacking the anti-racism counter-protestors. Is that going to change under a Black mayor? Our survey says no.

    But. BUT. I don’t think it can be underestimated what it means to have public figures who represent unrepresented or underrepresented communities. Why do we expect one black, working-class politician to change the world, and scrutinise him according to that standard, but are completely indifferent to an upper-class, white political hegemony that is entirely self-serving, and maintains a status quo that is to the detriment of the vast majority of people? Party politics held in such low regard, that we just expect it not to work, and not to represent us, and only save our ire for someone selling an attempt at its elevation.

    Perhaps because the film follows Rees and his perspective, it does generally come away with a feeling of hope. Rees is kind of pleasantly surprised by how little is made of his race during the campaign, and how his political rivals don’t use it as part of their campaigns. This was not always the case in Britain, as I probably don’t need to tell anyone. It also doesn’t seem to be much of an issue with the electorate, with class seemingly more of a factor in their mind, and his background as a poor, working class kid from the rough area of the city resonating with a lot of voters.

    Which is not to say there isn’t pushback from racist groups, and racist abuse and threats sent by them. Unfortunately those fuckers are a constant cancer.

    What’s kinda more interesting is the city of Bristol, who is the second major character in this film. I feel like I really got to know the city through this film, its people, places, and history. In some ways, this story is about Rees as a part of the city’s history, rather than about him himself.

    The best parts of this film are with him and Paul Stephenson, a British civil rights leader from Bristol. Rees sees himself as part of the same lineage of change as Stephenson, and he looks upon him as an elder of experience and a bit of a mentor. Stephenson is so fascinating and impressive, he campaigned for civil rights in the UK, worked with Mohammed Ali setting up opportunities for kids from black, working class neighbourhoods, did work against apartheid, and set up an archive of Black British history. Made me wanna see a movie about his life too!

    That’s the thing about racism in Britain. Racism is described as an American thing. Americans had slavery, Americans had segregation. And because only Americans have racism, only Americans had civil rights campaigns. Any British child could tell you who Martin Luther King or Malcolm X were. But ask them to name a single British civil rights campaigner, and you will struggle. Because Britain attempts to erase its long history of racism, it equally erases its history of anti-racist activism. Watching this film, I’m seeing footage of Paul Stephenson’s achievements for the first time. Why is that?

    Anyway, this is already a screed. Really interesting film.

  • Day of the Flowers

    Day of the Flowers is about two Scottish sisters travelling to Cuba to scatter their estranged dad’s ashes. Rosa is a crunchy activist, who has taken all the idealism of her father’s early years, romanticising his time spent doing solidarity work in Cuba when her parents were first married. Ailie is a stylish good-time girl, who got used to the middle class lifestyle their dad drifted into as he aged and their mother died. The hurt and rejection they both feel from their father’s estrangement after their mother’s death, and his remarriage to the quintessential evil stepmother, stands as a barrier between them, and they struggle to rejoin for this last filial duty.

    Rosa is kinda the problem character in the movie. She’s a passionate advocate for social and economic justice, but a real arseache with it, self-righteous and judgemental of others. She espouses collectivism but won’t take help from anyone, is stubborn and defiant in her mistakes, and goes on the attack to hide a deep loneliness and a fear that she may have lost the ability to trust anyone enough to love again. Her pig-headedness drives a lot of the plot, starting with her stealing her father’s ashes to stop him being made into a golf trophy (lol!)

    Carlos Acosta plays her love interest, the obviously right choice who is everything she wants, that she spends most of the movie running away from. She spends all her time proving that she doesn’t need him, to the detriment of no one but herself.

    The film is kind of her journey demythologising Cuba, and demythologising her parents. Coming to realise that she has heavily invested in her self-image and based it on flawed assumptions, and set her sister up as the antagonist in a story Ailie never agreed to join in on. As she begins to see Cuba for what it is, beautiful, but a place, not a paradise, she can begin to be more forgiving of the actuality of others and herself.

    Also, and this doesn’t get said enough, Carlos Acosta is smoking hot in this. I mean, and absolute PHWOAR! of a man.

  • Wolfwalkers

    Wolfwalkers is an amazing animated film about Robyn, the wolf hunter’s daughter, who meets Mebh, a wolfwalker, who is a girl when she is awake and a wolf when she dreams. Their meeting is a clash of worlds, and the possibility for a new future and freedom for both of them.

    The animation style is just gorgeous. The forest and Mebh is full of flowing lines, art nouveau style, and Celtic designs. The town is Robyn’s world and it is full of rigid lines, a sharp art deco, soldiers are drawn square-shouldered, reminding me a little of the character design in the 90s Batman animated series. The visual theme of town is of squares, repeated in bars, chains, helmet guards. It is a visual representation of this world where everything is considered to have its place and everything must keep to that place, and how that rigid thinking creates a prison for us all.

    Meanwhile Mebh’s wolf pack flows like liquid through the forest, the skeins of smells guiding them by scent, through curtains of cascading leaves, until they curl up in their yonic cave, safe as a womb, surrounded by their magical carvings, in the heart of the woods.

    There is a stark dichotomy drawn, to underline the themes of domination throughout the film. This is about an English settlement imposed on the Irish countryside, about Christianity imposed on a pagan people, about civilisation imposed on nature, about male control and oppression imposed on women and girls. And about the ability for those things to slip like liquid through the rigid squares set out for them.

    The soundtrack is absolutely banging, with hits like Running With The Wolves given their own spin, and a subtle, intricate score. The voice work is just great, with particular shout-out to Simon McBurney, who brings such a weasley villainhood to the Lord Protector.

    Just a brilliant movie, go see.

  • Dhalinyaro

    Dhalinyaro is a lovely, sweet, coming-of-age film about three girls in Djibouti City, in the lead up to them taking their final exams and going off to university. The film follows their ups and downs as they deal with exam pressure, household obligations, parents, boys, love and sex.

    Deka begins an on-again-off-again unconsummated affair with an older married man, and struggles to make a decision about where to go for university. Hibo knows she’s going to study abroad in Paris, as seems her destiny coming from a well-to-do family with a mansion and servants. Asma stresses about doing well in her exams, as she know how much her parents work and sacrifice for her, and how hard it is to support their family on their current income.

    The other main character in the film is the city of Djibouti itself. In some ways, this is not just a film about growing up and saying goodbye to your friends. It’s about growing up in the city, and saying goodbye to it too. Deka loves her home, she feeds all the weans on the street, takes tea to her neighbour across the way and listens to his stories. She loves this city, its beach and its streets, and that comes across in the film. I just loved the way the city was shot, you can almost feel the heat, the air, the smell. When girls go swimming in the crystal clear sea, you can understand how you would never want to leave.

    Just a lovely little slice of life.

  • The GFT is having to close again!

    Fuck 2020 and Covid 19!

    As Glasgow goes into Tier 3 lockdown, the GFT is closing from Monday 2nd November. Obviously we hope these restrictions can be lifted at the earliest opportunity, when things get reassessed in a fortnight, but we all thought we’d only be quarantined for a couple of weeks during the first lockdown, so fuck knows.

    In the meantime, support Glasgow Film, which runs GFF and GFT, by donating here – https://glasgowfilm.org/iframe-donation

  • This Is Not A Movie

    Documentary on Robert Fisk and his career as a British foreign correspondent, initially working in Northern Ireland during The Troubles, but most famously covering the Middle East for 40 years. The film is made up of historical footage as well as contemporary filming of him padding around his flat in Beirut and being interviewed.

    It has a weirdly fractured quality, struggling to find a narrative through-line. It bounces around time periods, showing Fisk’s reporting on the subject seemingly as and when they come up in conversation. Had there been a linear or even thematic ordering, maybe it wouldn’t have felt so disconnected and jolty.

  • After Love

    Aw man, what a great movie. Real emotional journey.

    It stars Joanna Scanlan as Mary, a woman who loses her husband of 40 years, only to discover after his death that he led a double-life with another woman in France. Her husband Ahmed is a ferry captain at the Dover-Calais crossing, and his marriage to Mary is one of domestic bliss, and they are active in Dover’s Muslim community. It’s an image of family, faith and fulfilment, which is why his death is so devastating to Mary.

    But it’s like a second death when she finds messages on his phone to another woman. She travels to Calais and finds he’s had this whole other life with this leggy, blonde French woman, and it was pretty different, very secular, with him drinking alcohol and carrying on. Mary goes on this journey trying to get to know her husband after his death, a man she has known since she was 14, who she thought she knew like the back of her hand.

    But the movie’s also kind of about that, about how even those we think we know best can remain mysteries to us, including ourselves. Mary’s journey to rediscover her husband is also a journey about who she is to, what her life was about, after all this.

    Joanna Scanlan’s portrayal is just so moving. Almost everything is communicated without dialogue, and even the dialogue is not about what is actually happening in the scene. Her depiction of the immediate grief she feels after Ahmed’s death is just shellshock, an absolute sense of otherworldliness, you almost feel like you are floating with her through scenes. And then when she discover Ahmed’s betrayal, there is just this dry, hot, breathless grief, something unspeakable, which she can barely come to terms with. And then there was this moment, she goes to boil a cup of tea, and realises as she goes to pour it, she’s set out two cups. And she stops suddenly, thinking, “Who the fuck am I pouring this for?” and there is bright stinging pain on her face, cutting through the fog, and tears just sprang into my eyes watching her, you just felt for her so.

    This doesn’t get said enough, but Joanna Scanlan is an amazing actor. She does these amazing dramatic performances, and then stars in so many comedies with just perfect timing. She has such a range. She honestly doesn’t get the recognition she deserves.

    At one point in the film, the cracks in Mary come together, and she breaks down in tears as she gets down to pray. It’s like the only person she can share this deep hurt with now is God, and she clutches at her rug, like she is trying desperately to hold onto her faith to get through this. Your heart just goes out to her.

    The sound design of the film is also great, with these sounds of water boiling for tea, the crash of waves against the white cliffs of Dover, sounds that are at once so very English and yet so universal. They underscore the rising tumult inside Mary, this sense of being overwhelmed, drowning.

    Just a lovely film, very human and very intimate.