Tuesday 27 January 2015

Thomas vs Thomas. Who was the Wolf?


Hilary Mantell’s historical fiction about Thomas Cromwell, and the current BBC dramatisation of Wolf Hall,  present us with rather counter culture versions of both Cromwell and Thomas More.      I am sure that most people of my  generation saw More as The Man for All Seasons in David Lean’s 1966 film, and of course More is now a Catholic saint,  but what was he really like?
Of course we can never know.  He lived in times of sharp religious and political divisions and literally deadly rivalry.    To some he will always be a saint, to others a much darker character.     I am a Protestant priest, trained in an Anglican Seminary, and studying Church history through Protestant eyes.     More is seen by Protestants as a zealous prosecutor of those who believed
(1) that Holy Scripture should be available to every person in their own language, and
(2) that we all have a God given – natural – moral conscience.     We must, of course, pay heed to the moral teachings of the Church, but not subjugate our conscience to the authority of the Bishops or Pope.   
More had been taught by the church to regard both of these beliefs as heretical, and ordered the execution of those who translated, published, transported or held English language Bibles, or refused to recant their Protestant belief in God’s direct access to his people.    Today, of course, the Catholic Church  embraces both of these ‘Protestant’ doctrines.  The Catholic Church of the 20th century is much closer doctrinally to the Protestant Church than to the 16th century Catholic Church.      More could be seen therefor as  faithful, obedient and zealous, but ultimately wrong.      Of course he paid for his unwavering obedience to the Pope when it brought him into opposition with his King.    
Diarmaid MacCulloch, professor of church history at Oxford University, wrote  that there is no denying the appeal of More’s mind.
“I have seen some of the new series and More comes across as a desiccated fanatic. Well, that would be one take. It is true he has always been a controversial character partly because he became such a plaster saint, seen as unassailable in the Catholic church.  But like Cromwell he was a complicated humanist, as well as a great stylist and the author of the wonderful Utopia.   For More, I think, the whole of the late 1520s became resolved into a life and death struggle for his world. We all have our priorities and for him a united Christendom overrode his concern with mercy or with pity.”
The question is, how did this priority, which overrode his concern with mercy or with pity,  affect his actions as Lord Chancellor?   
Rumours circulated both during and after More's lifetime regarding his ill-treatment of heretics when he was Lord Chancellor.    In his defence of his faith he engaged in spying on and ‘investigating’ suspected Protestants, especially publishers of the English Bibles.    Did his investigations include torture?
What do other historians say?
Peter Ackroyd’s dignified, often eloquent biography offers a picture of More which is a combination of Catholic admiration and scholarly determinism.’  (James Wood’s review)   But in it Ackroyd still writes that  
“More approved of burning.  In total there were six burned at the stake for heresy during More's chancellorship.  After the case of John Tewkesbury, a London leather-seller found guilty of harbouring banned books and sentenced to burning for refusing to recant, More declared: he "burned as there was neuer wretche I wene better worthy.”
Of course Thomas Cromwell also oversaw executions.   I know of four, but they were all beheaded for treason, not burnt for heresy.    As every theological advance throughout the history of the Church starts as heresy (a minority view not yet shared by the orthodox majority) I approve of it, if not always of individual heretics!
Brian Moynahan, in Thomas More and the Writing of the English Bible, criticised More's intolerance,  and it was said the he had John Bainbridge ‘whipped in his own garden’.   I do not know if the garden was Bainbridge’s or More’s!
John Foxe, in his Book of Martyrs (1563) claiming that More had often personally used violence or torture while interrogating heretics. 
Jasper Ridley  goes much further in his dual biography of More and Cardinal Wolsey, The Statesman and the Fanatic, describing More as "a particularly nasty sado-masochistic pervert”
Even John Paul 2,   recognised that More’s zeal could take him too far – at least by today’s standards,  
"It can be said that he demonstrated in a singular way the value of a moral conscience... even if, in his actions against heretics, he reflected the limits of the culture of his time".
Of course standards change.    It is beyond doubt that More used foul and scatological language that no one would tolerate today from a churchman.   But he was not alone in this.   Although he educated his favourite daughter in Latin and Greek (as did Cromwell) he refused to let his wife learn to read and write.   But these were misogynist times when wives were chattels with no rights.  
So I suppose the jury will always be out, and divided.   But after Robert Bolt’s hagiographic portrayal of More and vilification of Cromwell in ‘A Man for All Seasons’ it is good to have alternate views of  both men, remembering that both of them fell under the executioner axe.   One for serving his God - and Pope – to well, the other for serving his God and King too well – and making deadly enemies in the court as he did so.  At least More got a trial.
 I loved the first two volumes of Mantell’s trilogy,  and I am enjoying the Beeb’s version, surprised but persuaded by the casting of  Mark Rylance as Cromwell.     I had thought that some one with more physical heft might get the part,  maybe Dominic West.   But that might have really confused those who get all their history from the tv and had seen West  playing Thomas’s distant relative Oliver Cromwell in the excellent Channel 4 Civil War production ‘The Devil’s Whore.’ 
Thomas or Thomas as hero or villain?   I suspect it all depends on which religious or historical lens you are looking through.  

Sunday 25 January 2015

My Films of the year 2014.




I will not rank these films; they have all brought me pleasure or enlightenment in different ways.   So let’s start with three British biographical films,  each with a standout central performance. 

Mr. Turner was brought to us by Mike Leigh and Timothy Spall.   I thought it was brave and beautiful, and as it won the Palme D’Or at Cannes I cannot understand why it has not (yet) won more awards.     It was worth driving an hour each way to se in on a good screen.  

The Imitation Game provided Benedict Cumberbatch  with an opportunity to show that he can play brilliant men with social difficulties in very different ways.   His Alan Turing was vulnerable as well as arrogant.    The only thing I did not like was the awkward framing device, but at last the story of this brave man, tragically mistreated by the government of his time, has been told on screen. 

The Theory of Everything showed us another determined British genius,  Stephen Hawkin.    Jamie Redmayne’s physical acting was superb, but he also caught the mathematician’s sly humour and  sensuality.      This film was not about science; it was about inspired by his first wife Jane's book, and is about their marriage, and it is about being human.  

But maybe the most remarkable British film of the year was  Under the Skin,    which took Jonathan Glazer and Walter Campbell 10 years to develop from Michael Faber’s source novel, and in which Scarlett Johansson  gave a truly remarkable and courageous performance.      Under the Skin is science-fiction,  and I saw five more high quality SF films this year.  

Scarlett was also one of the stars of Her, Spike Jonze’s  vision of a possible future interface between humans and AI.    In it Joaquin Phoenix  gave an amazingly understated and effective performance, a million miles miles away from his Johnny Cash.    Alex Garland’s Ex Machina will follow soon, but will, I am sure, be very different.

I enjoyed the scope and heart of Christopher Nolan’s Interstellar,  and thought that much of the negative criticism it attracted was misplaced.   For sure it was not The Dark Night or Introjection, but  I remember that when someone asked Joseph Heller why he had not produced another novel as good as Catch 22 he replied ‘Why hasn’t anybody?’ 

Edge of Tomorrow cost a lot to make,  and did not do well at the box office.   It  was relaunched on DVD as Live Die Repeat  in the hope of attracting fans of its source video game.    I simply do not understand it’s commercial failure.     Cruise gives one his best performances,  Emily Blunt is fantastic,   and it has a plot that does not insult the audience’s intelligence.   Oh, maybe that was the problem!

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes    seemed to me to be better than its many predecessors, apart from the original first movie,   being more thoughtful  and convincing.    I have often said that Andy Serkis should  an Oscar category reserved for him,  Best Motion Capture performance.     The technology now allows truly convincing and moving characters to be created, and Serkis still leads the field.   
My last SF film is three years old, and actually a filmed stage show, but I did not get a chance to see the National Theatre’s live broadcast of Danny Boyle’s Frankenstein until October this year.     Cumberbatch’s sheer physicality as the Creature was a revelation, and the staging prefigured Boyle’s Olympic Opening Ceremony in many splendid ways. 

Maleficent was a retelling of The Sleeping Beauty as a psycho-drama,  dominated by Angelina Jolie as the mutilated fairy queen who seeks wreak revenge on her abuser.     The film is well worth watching simply for her.

Brendan Gleeson, another of my favourite actors, worked with John Michael McDonagh to make The Guard, a cop caper set on the West coast of Ireland.   In Calvary they  joined forces again, but here Brendan Gleeson  plays a good priest serving a West coast parish who is told in the first scene that he will be killed to pay for the sins of so many bad priests.    This movie move me, and as it is one of a kind, I have no difficulty in making it my favourite film this year - of its kind. 

Then come three thrillers.   David O. Russell’s American  Hustle is a joy,  a top ranking comedy thriller and I cannot think of any one thing about it I did not  like.    Russell had previously worked with Christian Bale and Amy Adams in The Fighter and Jennifer Lawrence and Bradley Cooper in Silver Linings Playbook.  He brought them  together for this film, and with them having such fun together, a great supporting cast and great soundtrack,  how lucky we are. 

David Fincher’s Gone Girl is very different.    With Rosalind Pyke and  Ben Affleck  giving subtly ambiguous   performances in Gillian Flynn’s adaptation of her best selling novel,   this is a dark and  engaging thriller.   

A Walk Among the Tombstones comes from one of Laurence Bloch’s dozen  novels about  an unlicensed private eye,  Matthew Stutter,   here played by  Liam Neelson.    Stutter is a flawed but humane – and moral – man, struggling with his past and his alcoholism.    Unlike the Taken franchise this is a life affirming movie.   

 Jim Jarmush’s Only Lovers Left Alive is his elegant take on the vampire genre,  with Tilda Swinton and Tom Hiddleston  winning our sympathy without being in any way pathetic,  and gently exploring their (really) long term problems of living for centuries.    (See the Plight of the Vampires article below for my revised view of vampire movies.)

And then there is The Grand Hotel Budapest.   Wes Anderson’s  intricately designed comedy, as lovely as a Faberge egg, with Ralph Fiennes  exercising and relishing his comedy chops amidst the usual  Anderson repertory company of stars.   Again my favourite film of its kind released this year. 

I note that thirteen of these films were either made in England or Ireland, or featured British stars.    They are not selected because of these connections.   They are selected because they are all in their way remarkable and admirable.


Ex Machina shines and hides.


Ex Machina is all about surfaces and what lies beneath.    Compared with the 2013 film, Her, which also explored AI, Artificial Intelligence,  it does not have as much depth, but has more shine.   

Ex Machine is set in the isolated laboratory/home/hideaway of Nathan (Oscar Isaac),  the billionaire inventor of the world largest search engine.       He is now experimenting  with AI, and invites on of his young programmers, Caleb (Domhnall Gleeson),  to engage in a kind of Turing Test of his most advanced creation, Ava.     But this test is not about testing Ava’s adaptive intelligence, but her emotions.   Ava is a robot with a beautiful body, and the face of Alicia Vikander, so it is no wonder that Caleb finds her attractive.  The question is, does she find him attractive?    Does she have feelings for him?  Nathan argues that all consciousness is embodied, and the bodies of all conscious organisms are gendered, so that our sexuality is intimately (sic)  connected with our intelligence.    So is Ava really feeling, or simulating feeling, or thinking that she is feeling while actually simulating feeling,  an ability acquired by incorporating billions of  mobile  images of hacked human conversations.    Is she empathic, or simply a skilled mimic of empathy.   And does she ‘fancy’ Caleb?   Does she actually love him?  

Ex Machina is scripted and directed by Alex Garland, who wrote the novel,  but not the script for,  The Beach,  and then the scripts of 28 Days Later,  Sunshine and Dredd,  and also adapted Kazuo Ishiguro’s novel Never Let Me Go for the screen.   

This is Garland's  first attempt at directing, and he does a good job. He was no doubt aided by his producers, who include Scott Rudin, who produced a number of the Coen Brother’s  movies, No Country for Old MenInside Llyewyn Davis, and True Grit,   plus Paul Greengrass’s Captain Phillips and Wes Anderson’s Grand Budapest Hotel and Moonrise Kingdom.   

Garland also has three ‘hot’ stars,  all of whom have other movies recently, or soon to be,  released.      Alicia originally trained for ballet and she moves with grace and acts subtly.    Oscar Isaac was a musician before becoming an actor and was the lead in Inside Llyewyn Davis.   He  is now to be seen with Jessica Chastain in A Most Violent Year.    I have seen him in number of movies, but did not recognize him here.  A shaven head and beard disguised him,  but is suspect he is also a chameleon-like character actor.   Domhnall Gleeson’s star is rising high,  and he and Alicia played lovers in Anna Karenina,   and they work well together.    
  
The set is brilliant, and appropriate.  Nathan’s isolated mountain hide-out is constructed of concrete, stone and opaque glass walls.     The glass hides rather than reveals.   Access to some rooms is  electronically denied to Caleb.   Access to some information is denied to Caleb.    So soon we know we have a thriller on our hands, and it is a good one.     As in Gone Girl we also have a beautiful and ambiguous female lead.    Taken on it’s own terms this is an engaging and enjoyable film, and I recommend it.    

But when compared to Spike Jonze’s Her what we do not have is a really thoughtful exploration of AI.    I was disappointed by that.         Her, in which Joaquin Phoenix and Scarlett Johansson also play mind and sex games,  seemed to be a much more thoughtful movie.    There was more below the surface.     Jonze’s history includes music videos and the Jackass franchise,  but he is also directed and wrote the screen-play of Where The wild Things Are,  a powerful and very adult exploration of the psychological truths underlying Mark Sendak’s original children’s book,  and directed Charlie Kaufman’s  Adaption and Being John Malkovitch,  two  complex   and intelligent films.     Her is not a thriller, it is a moving exploration of how knowing,  growing, learning and loving  affect humans and may affect ‘beings’ with AI.    It was a brilliant decision to have Samantha as a the voice of an intelligent  programme, not as a robot.  

So I enjoyed both films, but Ex Machina is so much about its surface and  I will go back to watch Her  to further consider its depths.