Thursday 11 November 2010

The Nine Muses by John Akomfrah (2010)

The Nine Muses

Of the literary texts which provide the voice-over text (voiced by Vanessa Redgrave) for John Akomfrah’s The Nine Muses – ranging from Homer to Heathcote Williams - it is arguably the work of Samuel Beckett that is most frequently employed. The words of Molloy in his mother’s room are heard early in the film and return near its close. The mother’s room for Molloy is a place where he feels at once at home and abroad – it amounts to the Freudian uncanny. Mythology and ancient philosophy spoke of the matrix in this context. John Akomfrah is aware of this, from his research both archival and literary, in preparing this elegant film essay about mass immigration into Britain after the second world war. The two Beckett texts he chooses were first published in French, and already then the work of an author who had emigrated, first to an inhospitable London and later to a more welcoming Paris. The Paris in which he published his post war novels of course had succumbed to the onslaught of the war, occupation and Vichy and it is the changed landscape of the post war period that sees Beckett’s trilogy (of which Molloy formed part), as well as Waiting for Godot and Endgame all published or performed.

There is very little in the way of literary voices from the immigrant community in this film. There is no Derek Walcott, no Grace Nichols. Indeed the Beckett texts which Akomfrah uses are primarily concerned with ontological not political material. An allied displacement takes place on the level of the image: men standing in Alaska looking away from the camera to lakes, jetties, hills, rivers, walking along snowy paths and highways. The director – uncredited – stands and sits in what may be London; he looks at the camera. These interludes punctuate a kaleidoscope of footage from the archives.

The port is of course where the people arrived; the ports in the film (in either new or archive footage) itself are either derelict or idle, because of the season or the economy. The only populated spaces are those in the archive footage. Hence Akomfrah’s use of Alaska: sparsely populated it evokes the idea of a space to be filled, of resources under the snow, of potential for the prospector, or the immigrant willing to endure the climate.

Some of the material is hackneyed: Schubert for the snow, and bits of predictable Shakespeare – “this sceptered isle”, “if music be the food of love” in particular feel overused. Equally, however, the juxtapositions can be fresh and startling: ‘The ballad of Finnegan’s Wake’ – one of the referents of Joyce’s unapostrophised novel - is sung over images of the snowy dockside. Joyce’s Portrait is quoted not, as might be expected, on the question of national identity – about which the novel has much to say – but the thoughts of the young Stephen Dedalus on bed-wetting. His musings concern the education of the senses, and temperature, by extension climate and weather, but also home, where one sleeps, where one belongs (“first it’s warm, then it’s cold”). The ambivalence and fluctuating nature of belonging or feeling at one with a place.

If the film is content to let the viewer form their own conclusions about the signification of the figures in the landscape over which the voiceovers are delivered, Akomfrah is less flexible about other audio and visual connections, which on one or two occasions were arguably more concrete and not subtle enough. This was only an occasional unevenness however.

According to the director he wanted the dialogue to be between two worlds. Joyce’s Ireland was after all closer to Dublin than Kingston not least in terms of climate and the issue of visual blending in was available to Irish people. But as Beckett himself pointed out once one opened ones mouth (in England) the game was up.

The archive footage is mostly from the midlands – the Bull Ring shopping centre in Birmingham for example. This regional dimension is striking in itself in that it is not a metropolitan focus. Returning to elements of Handsworth Songs, the song element is still crucial in Akomfrah’s consideration of the immigrant imaginary.

Robinson in Ruins by Patrick Keiller (2010)

Robinson in Ruins
Robinson has been missing, in prison for an unspecified crime, and has returned to survive in the margins, in the periphery of London. The theme of borders is pervasive in a film whose geographical journey takes us from the boarded up dwelling haunted by Robinson to Newbury and whose historical journey thereby transports us from the financial meltdown in 2008 to the enclosures of the 16th century and the Swing riots of the 1830s. The intellectual journey is always one of the pleasures of a Patrick Keiller film and his guides are, not surprisingly, Walter Benjamin for the flaneurist predilections of Robinson and Fredric Jameson for a Marxian account of capital, property, commodities and periodisation.



The film, then, deliberately begins in a capitalism that is ‘late’, with Robinson finding a new place, in the ruins, to haunt. Robinson too is late here, already in a sense dead in a film concerning itself with vestiges and cadavers, with waste ground and abandoned quarries, industrial infrastucture and defunct military sites.



To haunt is of course to frequent: living in the ruins of late capitalism, after the implosion, in the implosion. As Robinson’s diary, as the voice-over explains, discovered in a mobile home in the corner of a field following his disappearance and the abandonment of his research, notes the fortunes of oil prices, and of stock market share prices, he momentarily contemplates the possibility that we are about to witness a truly historic global shift.

Taking his cue from signs he can decipher in the landscape and trajectories suggested by his openness, in this case, to the suggestive and directional impetus of a motorway sign (with lichin, we later learn, shaped like a profile of Goethe), Robinson discovers the potential for a redemptive turn.








As if remembering Benjamin’s angel of history, in the guise of a biophilia dedicated to the world of plants and animals, and always it seems, centred on sites vacated by heavy industry and military installation or strategic military sites, Robinson’s sensibility offers redemptive possibilities in the most unlikely of locations. Thus, in an abandoned quarry, of great scientific value, he proposes to build an eco town.

If Robinson encounters any people on his journeys it is always only at a distance. His perambulations take him from location to location where he sets up a fixed camera and films the landscape – in a reprise of Turner he claims. There are no travelling shots, no zooms, pans or tilts, just the occasional reframing.

Turner of course, working with paint and canvas, had to suggest turbulence and the transformative force of climate and weather, whereas Keiller-Robinson can let the camera capture the contingencies of nature: leaves, flowers, rapeseed fields, poppy fields, butterflies all in their movements within and in and out of the frame, forming virtual and partial reframings. Within this context the quoting of Lynn Margolis is indicative of the film’s argument: morphogenesis considered as a model for an affective politics. Through the symbiosis will arise a new way of dividing the sensible (to invoke Rancière) and of responding to the landscape – part of the brief of the AHRC-funded project one of the fruits of which is this film. Various struggles against capitalism are evoked directly in the narration and in the images of abandoned places (either abandoned because of enclosures or the moving on of military-industrial strategic occupations – e.g. Greenham Common – or manufacture linked to nuclear armaments and delivery systems. At its heart the question of the commons, the common land restored at Greenham shown here with a pipe rusting amid the restored bucolic surroundings – a ruin amid life amid the ruins and the common land where earlier forms of resistance took place at Newbury – two enclosures of two common lands then, one early one late.




In its aftermath, global capitalism – the global market, the selling-off on national infrastructure and services such as a gas pipeline, the complex of invisible finance and the implosion of the economy all lead us to 2010 where we have a surprising result in the election and Robinson’s latest disappearance. This year also saw the release of another cinematic convict , Gordon Gekko. Needless to say Keiller’s meditation of the financial crisis provokes significantly more thought. Robinson’s crime remains unknown. The film ends with a close-up on a sign ‘Danger Road Failed’, a found poetic and surrealist amalgamation of Wall Street Crash and credit Crunch.

Wednesday 10 November 2010

DEMONSTRATION AGAINST EDUCATION CUTS

STOP THE CUTS

CAMERON-CLEGG: THE AXES OF EVIL