CINEMA 2013: BLUE JASMINE

It's not difficult to identify why people consider Woody Allen's work to be unique - his exploration of the mannerisms of the privileged, his vision of New York, and his repeated return to questions of God and guilt over the past 45 years grant him the rare status of being a film director whose name people not only know, but the hearing of it evokes a genuine feeling. Not just 'love him or hate him', but something deeper - we may hear his name, and we may think about how his films have provoked us to ask questions about our own lives. We may also think about the fact that his career is popularly understood to have three movements - the 'early, funny pictures' of 1968-1976, the mostly 'serious, existential' films of the following twenty years, and the bad ones ever since. This critical shorthand doesn't do justice to a life in art - the funny films are sometimes as profound as the serious ones (try 'Sleeper' for magnificent satire of technology addiction and consumerism), the serious ones are often deliriously funny ('Crimes and Misdemeanors' achieves the astonishment of evoking both tears of laughter about the very purpose of comedy alongside a story of a man who has a woman killed because he's scared of his wife and potential lost reputation), and there have been at least a couple of near-masterpieces in the recent period when it has been popular to denounce him ('Sweet and Lowdown' and 'Deconstructing Harry' both stand comparison to 'Hannah and Her Sisters' and 'Annie Hall').

So, from my perspective, the mild groans that have greeted his work for over a decade now are not warranted. His new film 'Blue Jasmine' deserves more of a look than might be assumed at first glance: it's probably his best film for 20 years. Cate Blanchett plays the wife of a Bernie Madoff-type, trying to break her fall from the hard times he caused (and she ignored) by landing on her sister, moving from elitist Hamptons to blue collar San Francisco, from clueless self-centered privilege to broken self-centered loss. It's a departure for a Woody Allen film to challenge the excesses of moneyed cloisters, but 'Blue Jasmine' achieves both critique of the economically aloof and empathy for people who are often too easy to write off as souls because they're rich. Rich, of course, is in the eye of the beholder - just as John O'Donohue said that in order to kill someone you have to treat them like a blank slate, you don't have to be physically poor to recognize what you lack.

Jasmine - a fake name for a fake life - is more than aware of her spiritual poverty. Her journey in this film begins as pure selfishness: casting herself on the mercy of a sister she has previously abandoned because she has nowhere else to go, and doesn't know how to take responsibility for her own bad choices. But something remarkable unfolds -  not the predictable pilgrimage of Hollywood recovery. She begins to pick herself up, but is caught in a cycle of temptation to go back to the life she once knew. The security of money is a too easy draw, but the film is wise enough to recognize that rebuilding an old, fake life would require new, fake stories. If the edifice of your previous existence was built on lies, you either have to face your shadow with courage, or you'll stay stuck in a bad dream of the past. Jasmine's dilemma is that she does not know how to ask for the help she really needs, and her social context is based on the pretence that real pain doesn't exist. So here it is: a Woody Allen film that understands the downside of economic wealth, and the necessity of truth-telling, and that inspires empathy for a character who might otherwise be portrayed as a joke.

My new book CINEMATIC STATES explores America through the lens of one film for each state - here it is.

Cinematic States: America in 50 Movies

Hi folks - my book CINEMATIC STATES: AMERICA IN 50 MOVIES will be published next week, and in the days between now and then, I'm going to post a thought or two about each state. I'd love to be in conversation with you about how this transcendent artform, which although it was born in France, really came to life in the US, interacts with, underpins, challenges, and reinvents the American myth of itself. I've taken one movie (sometimes two or three) from each state, and attempted a perhaps quixotic endeavor - to wonder about this nation, now my adopted home, to learn more about what is truly 'American', and to imagine how it can better serve its best visions.  North Carolina gets BULL DURHAM, California has CHINATOWN, New Jersey is ON THE WATERFRONT.  Wisconsin is discovered through AMERICAN MOVIE, and Wyoming opens HEAVEN'S GATE. Alaska has LIMBO and THE GOLD RUSH, and New York is so big it can't do without DO THE RIGHT THING, LENNY, CHOP SHOP, SMOKE, and KING KONG. I'd welcome your choices too.

I'm aware that I write as an outsider, which of course brings gifts as well as challenges. I won't see what you see, which is wonderful, so let's get pointless arguments about objectivity or which film is 'right' for which state out of the way before we go any further. I do think it's important for writers to acknowledge their perspectives where possible, and there are a few that I think are pretty important here. The first is that I think there are three qualities necessary to be a decent film critic - you need to know something about cinema, something about life, and something about language. Two out of three ain't bad, but they're not enough. The second is that, particularly since 9/11, the popular view that America is shit deserves significant interrogation. My friend and mentor Don Shriver puts it brilliantly in the subtitle of his book HONEST PATRIOTS - he wants to 'love a country enough to remember its misdeeds'. I think that the aphorism should be reversed, in my case at least: I come from a European liberal tradition that has too often remembered only the misdeeds. If America is Babylon, as another friend says, it may be the best babylon we've got. There are glories and mysteries mingling with shame and conquest, humble awe with imperial intent. So CINEMATIC STATES is not another 'Why People Hate America' missive; nor is it a Disneyfied rose-tinted gaze into an abyss that's pretending to be heaven. It is, I trust, a record of a lover's quarrel, from a guy who grew up believing what he saw on cinema screens, and hoped that even some of it could be true.

You can pick up CINEMATIC STATES here - and I hope you enjoy it.

Tomorrow: Where this all began...

What's the Point of 'Terrorism'?

BBC Radio Ulster's Sunday Sequence yesterday hosted a debate on the use of the word 'terrorism' regarding the conflict in and about northern Ireland. There's a long-running public debate over who gets to use the word, and what to define with it. It mixes up politics and personal pain, and serves for some as a way of respecting the gravity of their suffering, while for others it's a way of demonizing their experience. My thinking on this is shaped by something I think I heard someone else say once - that if part of the intent or consequence of an act was to create terror, then it's terrorism, no matter who does it - state or non-state actors alike. So what persists for me is that amongst a thousand other truths, in northern Ireland and elsewhere, the state and non-state actors alike sometimes did terrible things, and everyone thinks they have their reasons.

Most of our people getting to the point of mutual recognition of the validity of that statement would, I think, be a massively positive step. (And it's of course not the only step: it needs to go alongside accountability, truth-telling, and at the very least some form of amends or reparations as part of a restorative justice process alongside vast listening to, consoling, lamenting with, and respect for victim/survivors.)

Meanwhile, I'm very aware that in the US, my adopted country, that kind of radio debate pretty much never happens in the mainstream/dominant media. Indeed the utterly mainstream view in northern Ireland - that peace comes through negotiation between enemies - is considered anti-patriotic by many, and is only very rarely aired by the national networks or political figures. Until, all of a sudden, President Obama is on the phone with the Iranian President trying to work things out. So maybe we're getting there.

But the question remains - how can we tell the kind of stories (about northern Ireland, about 9/11, about our people's chosen traumas, whatever they may be) that might lead to sincerely fearful, certainly wounded, people transforming their response to the legitimate memory of sorrow into something better than retribution?

CINEMATIC STATES: ALASKA

There's a scene in John Sayles' film LIMBO, in which the camera glides past a bunch of weather-beaten salmon-gutters at their local dive.  They're relating the potted history of the state, where it's dark half the year, where snow is like grass, where people go to escape - it's like an entire state variation on the French Foreign Legion.  They're not taking much cognizance of the fact that Kris Kristofferson is playing pool in the corner. In Sayles' Alaska, people are connected to the land, to the work of their hands, and less concerned with the kind of certainty and boundaries perhaps best represented by the straight lines of the Manhattan skyline. 'Limbo' means 'a condition of unknowable outcome', and the film certainly gives voice to that ambiguity, inviting the audience to consider what vast tundra might mean as a metaphor of the inner life.  The tonal shift at the film's mid-point is unlike much else in US American cinema, and the dramatic axis turns at the moment when the three lead characters are forced to strip off wet clothes and hold each other to avoid freezing to death. Their condition of unknowable outcome compels them to the most intimate, vulnerable human action. A winking governor may have colonized the popular vision of Alaska as a place of paranoia and exclusion, but this is but a temporary meme.  This state is massive enough to contain a range of 'real Americans' that both Sarah Palin and John Sayles could have invented.  Jon Voigt, in RUNAWAY TRAIN, another Alaskan epic of the soul, finds ultimate liberation when exposed to its incomparable elements.  He's alive and free, and (as with LIMBO) the film is content to leave the last part of his story unwritten. Alaska gives rise to conditions of unknowable outcome, it's a site of possibility, and it's a place where people sometimes have to take their masks off in order to survive.

Read more in CINEMATIC STATES, published this November - and available as an ebook now.

Fozzie Jesus

The lovely folks at the Raven Foundation interviewed me about movies and violence and taking love more seriously than killing.  Fozzie Bear appeared in the conversation, and I think he made an interesting point: http://www.ravenfoundation.org/resources/podcasts/voices-of-peace-talk-radio/june-27-2013-film-critic-gareth-higgins-on-voices-of-peace/