Thursday 23 January 2014

12 Years a Slave

Film is, fundamentally, an entertainment medium. As such, a trip to the cinema should be fun-filled, engaging and worth the extortionate price of a box of popcorn. Whether it's comedy, drama, romance or horror, a film's primary function is to entertain audiences and, if using this as the sole method of judging a movie, film criticism should be quite straight forward. However, every now and then, a film like 12 Years a Slave comes along which disrupts this notion. You will not enjoy 12 Years a Slave: indeed, it can't be classed as a work of entertainment. This, however, does not reduce its value or, moreover, its cinematic power.

We are told, from its very opening, that 12 Years a Slave is based on true events and, more specifically, on the 1853 memoirs of Solomon Northup, which gave an account of his being kidnapped and sold into slavery. The film is a gritty, shocking and emotional account of his life and the terrible situation in which he – and hundreds of thousands of other blacks – found themselves in nineteenth-century America. Solomon is played by Brit actor Chiwetel Ejiofor and a supporting cast reads like a who's-who of current British acting talent. Indeed, 12 Years a Slave is an overwhelmingly British feature, directed by Steve McQueen (Hunger, Shame) and also starring Michael Fassbender and Benedict Cumberbatch. Brad Pitt, too, pops up for good measure.

12 Years a Slave has picked up nine Oscar nominations and will, no doubt, go on to win many of these, and deservedly so. McQueen's film manages to address the historical issue of slavery with an immediacy and urgency which is rarely found in historical dramas. In the film, 1840's America is a potent mix of brutality, injustice and hypocrisy, where a black man can have his freedom and identity stripped from him, literally overnight. John Ridley's screenplay follows Solomon from his beginnings as a talented violinist in a well-to-do position to his kidnapping by slavers and sale to William Ford, a plantation owner (Cumberbatch). Cumberbatch's character is a moderate and benevolent master (but nevertheless a slave owner) but when Solomon has an altercation with Ford's carpenter (Paul Dano), Ford is forced to sell Solomon on to save his life. Solomon then ends up in the ownership of the cruel and violent Edwin Epps (Fassbender) and his situation becomes intolerable.

Chiwetel Ejiofor's performance is nothing short of masterful and his physical ability to show such a range of emotions through his facial gestures is exploited to the full by McQueen, who lets the camera linger on the actors, well after any other director would have cut to the next scene. Ejiofor's representation of a man who must disguise his literacy and his freedom in order to survive is captivating and heartbreaking to watch, as is the rest of the cast who make for convincing watching.

The brutality experienced by the slaves is portrayed on screen with a frightening realism and an unflinching commitment to reality which makes the story all the more affecting. It is certainly not an easy watch, especially in sequences which see floggings by Epps on his slaves for the most incomprehensible of reasons: one slave is hideously punished for wanting to use a bar of soap. At times, McQueen's film feels vivid and contemporary, far from a work of historical fiction. The ultimate irony of slavery is highlighted when two men argue over Solomon's freedom, watched by other slaves who must suffer simply because they were not born free.

There is, perhaps, one issue with the film and the satirical magazine Private Eye has summed it up rather well. In a section about Oscar nominations, it fabricated Oscar categories in which the film will win. Amongst these were the awards for “Most Guilt-Inducing Film To A White Middle-Class Audience” and “Film Most In Need Of A Bit Of Light Relief”. As flippant as this may sound, it does ring with an element of truth: does 12 Years A Slave deserve all its praise or are critics and audiences simply praising it because of its subject matter? A film's subject does not inherently give it substance, importance and value: it is up to the director to do that. But, with 12 Years a Slave, Steve McQueen has done just that. This is a film not to enjoy, but to admire for its immense skill and an immediacy which will, paradoxically, allow it to become a classic work in years to come.

Clapperboard Rating: * * * * *