Hunger, released six months after the broken shack in Cannes (dithyrambic press, or camera) is a film that more powerful. One of the ogres of the year. It appears especially as more responsive to what the time, as carved on the imaginary 2008. His gesture is all the aesthetic tour de force while simultaneously addressing a contemporary story so far poorly filmed: the hunger strike in 1980 Republican prisoners, members of the IRA (Irish Republican Army), at war against the England for the independence of Northern Ireland. A hunger strike that will end in October 1981 after the death of nine of them (including the leader, Bobby Sands, elected to the Assembly of Westminster from prison), Butantã to the inflexible policy of the "Iron Lady" Margaret Thatcher. Last, Hunger is signed by Steve McQueen, 39 years, the English artist most requested at the time. Beauty, truth, commitment, anger, suspicion of hype but with what to stomach: too good to be true? Something wrong? To do this, we will have to get up early. Brutality. The criticism is Hunger to count the points. McQueen points that mark with ease even more annoying that he had never previously worked with or players or scenario. Yet after an hour Forty of Christ happening in prisons, the impression of having been strikingly, in turn, this tenth prisoner, forgotten by chance in a corner of a dark movie theater became the fourth wall of a cell somewhere in the middle Ulster. You can always make the sourcilleux, screaming at the hostage-taking, the effect is there: Hunger has traced the white separatist Catholic embastillés QHS in the Maze. Imprisoned but continued to protest, refusing to wear the uniform infamous prisoner, then wash, sinking into a piece of shit huge (when outside is more crap) and do not always see their status as political prisoner recognized, refusing to ingest any food from the Loyalists. Hunger: French, hunger. The refusal by hunger. After an introduction tentative (first follow the tarts was not such a good idea), Hunger closes on us with the brutality of a door of brass is significant in the experience that we marry Good question, haggard in a daubings excrémentiel a Lascaux spread of dung. They have endured, and for weeks, you may well take a half-hour. The reward comes in the form of a hero, Bobby Sands (worn by the charismatic Michael Fassbender, currently being filmed in Tarantino), winner symbolic presence in everything he loses in physical thickness week after week, when, reaching sixty day of fasting, his body becomes something more than skeletal, stained, sick, reaching that point where everything seems to have already switched to the disappearance. Boby Sands is both Jesus, Northern Ireland working whole, the people missing and the addition of all injustices. A symbol in power. Fascination. That is why we can remain perplexed to hear McQueen certify that no, no, no, "the simplistic notions of hero, martyr, a victim" does not interest him. When Hunger is at its factory heroes. McQueen is bathed in theory too arty for not knowing that on this point his fascination has been stronger than its intention. This is not a criticism, film (as it is hooked to the old principle of identification) could never be quite the modern concept of the death of heroes. As soon as the leaves do, the film asks only this: men admire admirable. |
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
"Hunger" in any useful hunger
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