Sunday, March 30, 2025

Adolescence – Review, Netflix TV series

This series is a hit and has had some rave reviews, so to mention its good aspects is almost superfluous, but I will a bit: it presents a very current, relevant storyline, approaches a difficult subject head-on, a child murderer, the incel, the manosphere, misogyny, chauvinism; it uses some interesting realist filming techniques, and has some good and even great acting. OK, on to the bad stuff:

Like with so much British media of this kind, our offering hits you with a moral sledgehammer that too self-consciously sees itself as ‘finger on the pulse’, but you can’t help feeling it is already dated. It fails pretty miserably at capturing the working class and working class emotions, except in a very caricatured way, instead for the difficult moments it resorts too obviously to petit bourgeois kinds of behaviour for its characters, for instance the main subject, the boy murderer, seems too middle class, something like a cuckoo child in his family, he is quite erudite, unlike his father, a plumber, a small small businessman with tattoos and a van. At the same time, every other child in the series that gets any significant screen time seems to be stamped from the same mould, with the same blank expression, unsmiling, humourless, - practically inhuman. Except by some miracle, the son of the cop. He is dealt with far too obviously in such a way that flags to us that we are supposed to see this man, his father, as even more of a hero than he already is, for he is such a good Dad too. Earlier he had been so nice and honourable to the suspected murderer (with a kitchen knife) on his arrest that it was like an advert for the police.

Then the school scenes. What a strange place, on the one hand full of liberal caring teachers and staff, with a few token nasty ones added , and the children are all uncaring, and show totally no sadness about the death of one of their own, in fact they were mostly excited about it. This seemed the most unrealistic passage in the series. It must be difficult to capture this kind of school, for sure, probably because it would have working class kids in it, and this series seems unable to address them, it is for it foreign territory, so we just get a harsh caricature, like a Hogarth painting where everyone is emotionally kitsch.

The part that was probably the most successful after the first episode was the psychologist who visited the boy murderer in an institution. The interview had a Tarantino-esque quality to it. It was gripping, edge of your seat stuff. But the last and final episode I found difficult to follow either because the sound quality was poor and did not pick up the conversations very well but also maybe because the Liverpudlian accents, with all that emotion and stress, were quite strong, especially for the two women, it made me ask myself were they using this accent to signify crudeness?  Neatly for us, we knew the father was going to display his anger problems, which he did on tap. I could not recall what a ‘Nonce’ was initially, I had to look it up. It seemed as I was watching a slightly offset thing to spray on the father’s van, I was not sure why. Perhaps it was that the sexual side of all this had not been, until this word appeared, raised to any great level, except in the indirect sense of sexism. But this sexism was quite sexless, until finally at the end what you are led to suppose is the possibility that the father, when he was refused his oats by the mother, got into a big, barely suppressed, strop and everything condensed his anger from there. Surely this was not blaming the wife, the woman?

One of the most glaring omissions, which we must assume was fully intended, was the complete absence of any perspective from the parents of the girl who was murdered, or indeed of the girl herself up to the fateful moment. You briefly saw her pushing the boy in a black and white CCTV video, and then him attacking her. Her schoolfriend had a memorable small part, but in which she just seemed angry rather than sad. Maybe this was the problem, the emotions on display throughout were telegraphed and without subtlety, they were either blank and bland or heart wrenchingly crazed. Only the main cop, a man, his son, and the father of the boy murderer were given a wider range of emotional responses. I suppose this was intended to be kind to them and sort of absolve them, because they were trying hard to make sense of things in a difficult modern world, full of weird emojis, of all things. But that they were all male sits a bit strange in a series that has been received as bravely tackling misogyny.

For this series, the misogynism seemed to be mainly understood as being perpetrated by social media as the bad guy, or bad gal to be more exact. The female stabbing victim had been bullying the boy (OK, not impossible, but come on…) as an incel, we are informed. Surely this was not suggesting she, sort of, deserved it, or that she was a part of the explanation for what happened? Was the series doing its own sly version of victim blaming, having a go back at the MeToo argument in the guise of criticism?

But the tension the father caused and which was revealed to us in the final episode clearly went against this interpretation in the end, his pent up anger was a violence that did not need to go much further to have its horrific effects on his family, which had obviously grown accustomed to it and developed coping techniques. But this just left us in an eclectic mess of moral possibilities, reflecting, I suppose, a too enthusiastic desire to be on point.

There are some glaring things that have been left out: there was no transgender concerns on display in this series, peculiar because one of the most high-profile murders by young people recently was of a transgender person. So, it seems as though the whole issue has been forced into a mould that excludes this. The critical language that followed in response to the series used the modern buzzwords like toxic masculinity and incel but avoided toxic gendering, which was at least suggested as a factor in the programme. The problem of capitalism and democracy was also avoided, - if on the broad scale capitalism can be expansionist and imperialist, why should the individual be any different?

Today news is not so financially free as it once was, even if it is more widespread and potentially available, if young people today mainly get their news from online sources, on their smartphones, the majority will go to free versions, not the so-called reliable stuff behind the paywalls.  But here in the wild west lie all the exploitative sensationalist dangers, and the extreme right-wing version of reality. The free market, unhindered, leads to fascism. We got a bleak taste of this from the depiction of the school, with the kids staring at their phone screens as they walked home, but these were mainly, if I recall correctly, female students, as if they were the ones mainly affected.

Thursday, March 13, 2025

Leaders Waffle on the possible Ukraine Peace Deal

What do they mean? Starmer and the rest of the western leaders who are not actually involved in the negotiations over peace between the US, Russia and Ukraine, and obviously sore about this, say they want security guarantees for Ukraine to ensure the peace deal with Russia, which has not happened yet, and which is currently winning on the battlefield. One supposes that they must look as if they are having something to do with it. Yet it is the security guarantee that would be provided by Ukraine joining Nato which has been a big factor in sparking this war. Zelensky constantly demands this membership from the west, ignoring the fact that this would, if Nato worked as it should, automatically spark WWIII. Like it or not, the Russians regard being encircled by a military alliance of western powers as aggressive, and particularly Ukraine, which has the history of being an avenue for the invasion of Russia/Soviet Union and has a legacy of fascism amongst a proportion of its leadership. So how could these leader’s demand for security guarantees ever be a factor that could help bring about peace? In fact, they cannot be, they are really a demand for more of the same war, if they are not just waffle, hot air, bluster, which they are.

It has become at least obvious with US president Trump, who needs some recognition for trying to save lives with a peace deal, that there are two imperialist ambitions at work on this battleground, fighting over resources and security positions, and Ukraine does not have much say in this, only those of its leaders who seek to sell out entirely to the US, that is, if it can be cajoled into entirely destroying Russia. On both sides working class people are being killed just to achieve certain objectives of their respective ruling classes.


Review of The French Connection by Iona Singh

The French Connection 1975 

Director William Friedkin

With his passing, the anonymity and mediocrity of Gene Hackman's character in The French Connection in a dirty, pulpous, frozen-concrete, neon-signed, car dominated America springs to mind. The annoying ambient background noises, the rumble of the traffic, the wind, hard to hear conversations and finally Hackman and Schneider as the human center pieces that lend narrative to the chaos. These very ‘unfilm star type’ actors, are prefect as 'nonentities with a mission' in the gigantic monster city scape. 

Nothing here looks film-set controlled. Open spaces foreigners have never seen - rubbish strewn and unpeopled, are home-turf to the slightly silly Popeye Doyle, with his comical neurosis about "feet picking" and no concept of ‘upstanding’, going about roughing 'em up and half-frozen on a slice of pizza and horrid coffee. From across the street he can see the drug runners, (equally de-centred actors from European cinema) Fernando Rey and Pierre Nicoli, feasting on delicacies in a carpeted restaurant, which raises his desire to catch them to insane levels. No apologies are made for this hyperactive 'hero', a slob, a bit nasty, plugged in and energized by the city streets to fuel the magnificent chase scenes. While the bad guys are polite, 'middle-class' in twee attire and genuinely so very cruel, Popeye's ridiculous anti-conformist little hat is a great big finger to 'respectability'.

This cursory style of filming of New York City and its inhabitants lets us overhear incidental 'snippets' of a standard narrative plot from the midst of this bustle, boosted by theme music from the great jazz trumpeter Don Ellis, and the major performances as well as non-actor real people in a number of supporting roles and of course usually in the background. The homogeneity of it all, the communication between the various departments, the Director, technicians, wardrobe, sound, whatever, is wonderful.

The French Connection is a great example from a number of films at the time that owe their existence to 20th century street photographers like Winogrand, Gordon Parks, and Neil Libbert, Lawrence Shustak and others.


A revoir : 'The French Connection', une immersion dans le New-York des 70'S  - RTBF Actus

Gene Hackman in The French Connection

 

Still from The French Connection

em>The French Connection</em> Car Chase Was "Dangerous" And  "Life-Threatening" - Gothamist

Neil Libbert, 42 Street 1960

42nd Street, 1960 by Neil Libbert.


 Garry Winogrand, Utah (Wyoming), 1964

Garry Winogrand (American, 1928-1984) 'Utah (Wyoming)' 1964

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