Tuesday 4 June 2024

Angels and Devils in America?

Watching one of my favourite actors, Jeffrey Wright, in the recent American Fiction reminded of the first time I saw him in the miniseries  Angels in America, developed from  Tony Kushner’s 1991 play set in 1985 during the New York Aids epidemic.     

 In the miniseries, Directed by Mike Nichols,  Al Pacino played the real life Right Wing Jewish NY lawyer Roy Cohn, who had claimed he had manoeuvred the death penalty for the Jewish American spies Ethel Rosenberg and her husband Julius at their 1951 trial.    Cohn also worked for Senator McCarthy in the anti-Communist Un-American Trials.   As it happens, Cohn also represented Donald Trump in his early business career – along with the Mafia bosses Fat Tony Salerno, Carmine Galante and John Gotti. 

 

But in the final Act of the miniseries, Cohn, a closet homosexual and virulent homophobe, is in hospital dying of Aids, attended by Belize, a gay black drag artist and male nurse played by Jeffrey Wright.    As Cohn dies the ghost of Ethel Rosenberg  (Meryl Streep) visits him,  wondering if she will forgive him - but she decides instead to share the fact that he has been disbarred from practicing as a lawyer, and relish his misery.    

 

When Cohn dies Belize asks Louis, a Gay Jew,  to sing the Jewish prayer for the dead, the Kaddish.  

“I’m not saying the Kaddish for him.” says Louis, ‘No fucking way am I praying for him.  I can’t believe you’d actually pray for him.” 


Belize says He was a terrible person.  He died a hard death.  So maybe a queen can forgive her vanquished foe.  It isn’t easy.  It doesn’t count if it’s easy.  I’s the hardest thing.  Forgiveness.  Maybe that’s where love and justice finally meet.  Peace, a least, isn’t that what the Kaddish asks for?    

 

Reluctantly, Louis, a secular Jew who says he hardly knows the words of the prayer,  begins.  As he faulters the ghost of Ethel reappears, prompting him.   At the end she says, and Louis repeats “You son of a bitch”.    

 

The miniseries, which also starred Emma Thompson and Mary-Louise Parker is still available on an HBO video.  it is over 5 hours long, but full of invention - and for me it was worth it for Jeffrey Wright's performance.   Very far from the late Bond character Felix Leiter.  

Monday 12 February 2024

Bella Baxter: a new Eve, a Prodigal Daughter and a New Adam?

 


 

What was the last internationally award winning, multi Oscar nominated film that addressed head on the issue of Original Sin?   

 

It seems to me that Yorgos Lanthimos’ film of ‘Poor Things’ offers  us fresh perspectives on an unfallen Eve, living without ‘Original Sin’. 

 

This review assumes knowledge of the film, and so does not outline the plot or avoid ‘spoilers’, unlike my earlier review written after my first viewing.   I have now seen Poor Things three times in cinemas, and each time I wanted to stand up and cheer at the end.   I wish I had been wearing my clerical garb.     ‘Witness!’ as some say.    

 

Like the Biblical Eve Bella is born, or created, in a fully formed human body, which happens to be female, but she has no knowledge or experience.  This aspect of Eve in Genesis does not seem to attract much attention in Bible studies, , but it is central for Bella.  She has a child’s mind in an adult body.  Like Eve her Creator has provided a safe place to live and learn, though they are very different Edens.   What Biblical Eve learns is Forbidden Knowledge.   She becomes ashamed of her God given sexuality, and is cast out of her Eden as a punishment.     Bella, on the other hand,  demands to leave, so that she can learn and grow.    She has discovered one pleasurable aspect of sex, but suspects there is so much more to learn, and she does so without guilt of shame.    She may have a tempting serpent, Duncan, and she knows he is dangerous,  but believes that knowledge is worth a risk.  Her Father, Godwin, God Win,  taught her this, with his account of her parents lives and death.  He knew this story was not true, but obviously believed it to be ‘truthful’, like any worthwhile myth or parable.  Bella also knows that whatever boundaries she pushes through in pursuit of knowledge she will not risk losing her father’s love.     She will not be cast out and punished.  When she demands to be free to leave her home, her Eden, she does not know what sin and evil are. That knowledge, which many theologians call blessed,  will come later.   

 

In fact it seems that she knows something that the Prodigal Son in Luke’s Gospel did not – that her Father/God will not only forgive her, but does not believe she needs forgiveness.   As has often been said, but rarely is seems believed,  ‘Nothing you can do will make God love you more – and nothing you can do will make God love you less’. Bella does believe this.  

Evil is not forbidden to Bella.  

 

Godwin, however is not her real father. She is the child of Victoria and Alfie Blessington, even though she inhabits Victoria’s body, and they were two very unpleasant people, drawn together by their love of cruelty.   But Bella is not cruel, even though she is born with the natural uneducated cruelty of a child, a being without empathy.    Empathy has to be learnt, and Bella does learn it in Alexandria where she is exposed to the actual human costs of her privilege, and is moved to tears by it, devastated, and immediately gives away any monies she can lay her hands on.   It does not occur to her that Duncan, whose winnings she is donating, would object.    What other response could any properly responsible human being have.   

 

There are shades here of The Karamazov Brothers, and Ursula Le Guin’s story The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas, telling of the scapegoats who pay the price for our sins, our refusal to be properly responsible human beings.    

"The central idea of this psychomyth, the scapegoat’, wrote Le Guin, ‘turns up in Dostoyevsky's Brothers Karamazov, and several people have asked me, rather suspiciously, why I gave the credit to William James. The fact is…I'd simply forgotten he used the idea. But when I met it in James' 'The Moral Philosopher and the Moral Life', it was with a shock of recognition."

The quote from William James is:

“… if the hypothesis were offered us of a world in which Messrs. Fourier's and Bellamy's and Morris's utopias should all be outdone, and millions kept permanently happy on the one simple condition that a certain lost soul on the far-off edge of things should lead a life of lonely torture, what except a sceptical and independent sort of emotion can it be which would make us immediately feel, even though an impulse arose within us to clutch at the happiness so offered, how hideous a thing would be its enjoyment when deliberately accepted as the fruit of such a bargain?” 

 

In Alexandria Bella is devastated by this revelation and it maybe the last step towards the full ‘height and depth and breadth’ of her becoming fully human, and humane.   This is why she decides to become a Doctor, following her Father’s example.     But/and, is Bella a Christ figure?   I have mentioned Eve, but does she also suggest a New Adam?   An ‘unfallen’ Adam.   If Bella is n unfallen Eve then does her gender matter?  Jesus, of course, offers us a much richer, complex, compelling and human figure than Adam.    If that idea is shocking then maybe we should remember how shocking Jesus was, indeed his Gospel was scandalous one, scandalous in the way that Paul said was a stone that might trip many people up, and by doing so offer them a new perspective.    I remember when the idea that McMurphy in One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest could be a Christ figure was either unaddressed or rejected.   He was after all convicted of Statutory Rape, now more often called Child Sexual Abuse.     Is Child Sexual Abuse the closest crime we have to 1st century blasphemy?  Some certainly respond to it with a murderous rage.

I am not suggesting that either Ken Kesey or Milos Foreman intended One Flew Over as a Passion narrative, but the parallels are interesting.  As I wrote in my film blog (revbobsblog.blogspot) many years ago, A man comes into the world of the asylum, filled with people imprisoned internally and externally, dumb, crippled, damaged, frightened, dependent, depressed and controlled by the 'carers' in charge. He gives them respect, hope, stimulus, autonomy - he even gets the dumb to speak. He leads patients out into the real world, where they are taken to be doctors and psychiatrists; takes them fishing; allows them to be free, if only for a while, from their dominators and definers. The powers that-be turn on him. Billy betrays him, and then - when the Pharisees exert pressure, Billy kills himself. McMurphy is destroyed (his body remains but his spirit is gone) but the big man moves the stone and breaks out into new life. The spirit of McMurphy lives in him.

 

 Neither Alastair Grey’s book nor Yorgos Lanthimos’ film of ‘Poor Things’ is a theological tract.  Godwin Baxter is not God – save for his ‘miraculous Creativity’ and unexceptional forgivingness.  Duncan is not a serpent.  He tells Bella he is dangerous, but in fact it is he who is almost destroyed by Bella.   Max is not Adam, unless he too is blessed by Bella’s experience.    In the film he learns how to be human through his love for Bella, and joins her in their real Eden, an Eden that even includes the once brutal Alastair.   Even if  Alastair has been ‘improved’ somewhat there is no indication that he is unhappy – and I think his fate is more of a joke than a moral lessen.    It certainly made me laugh. 

 

Alastair Grey once wrote that “My stories try to seduce the reader by disguising themselves as sensational entertainment, but are propaganda for democratic welfare-state Socialism and an independent Scottish parliament. My jacket designs and illustrations—especially the erotic ones—are designed with the same high purpose.” Contemporary Novelists (1996).  There is not much about Scottish Independence in the film, and Socialism hardly gets a look in, but as Emma Stone has said "It's such a fairy tale, and a metaphor—clearly, this can't actually happen—but the idea that you could start anew as a woman, as this body that's already formed, and see everything for the first time and try to understand the nature of sexuality, or power, or money or choice, the ability to make choices and live by your own rules and not society's—I thought that was a really fascinating world to go into."

Stone especially appreciated Bella's lack of shame in regards to her experiences.   She was the most joyous character in the world to play, because she has no shame about anything. She's new, you know? I've never had to build a character before that didn't have things that had happened to them or had been put on them by society throughout their lives. It was an extremely freeing experience to be her”.   

We may have different ideas about freedom and morality, and even those of us who do not subscribe to the idea of the Original Sin,  as projected by Augustine onto Eve, have still lived under its theological shadow and societal influence.   It is rather like knowing at a profound level that God is not male, but still finding it hard to shake of the engendered imagery and language.  This makes Bella a properly shocking creation – even to those who welcome her.    

  

Among the richly implied references in this story - including Pilgrim’s Progress and Candide - Bella is not Frankenstein’s Creature.   Even though we meet Bella in a state of Original Innocence; is the creation of a human surgeon;  embarks on an educational odyssey; Bella is not like Mary Shelley’s tragic creation.   Shelley’s Creature is left in the Arctic wastes.  Bella’s journey eventually takes her home.   Frankenstein’s Creature was wretchedly unloved by his Creator.  Bella is obviously loved by hers.    That is her precious heritage,   She is beautiful, not ugly, and formed completely from her own flesh, not ‘spare parts’.   

 

After the revelation in Alexandria Bella is overwhelmed by misery, but she does not become a ‘miserable sinner’.   She is not moved by guilt but by compassion.   In a Lutheran sense she become a more ‘bold sinner’, or as I would say, cheerful sinner,  and eventually decides to become a Doctor.   Even her attitude to her ‘clients’ in the Parisian brothel seems to be one of curious and compassionate ‘giving’, not seeking her own satisfaction but pursuing her own education in humanity by meeting their differing needs.   She even suggests to Swiney that her visitors might enjoy their time in the brothel more of they were chosen by the girls rather than choosing them themselves.    

 

I believe that Augustine’s ‘sin’ was his own, not Eve’s.  His lustful past and ongoing sexual fantasies lay in his own heart and soul, not in those of some mythical Eve, but Augustine was not a psyche-ologist (a student of the soul) like Eusebius, even if he did understand the effectiveness of  aversion therapy, plunging naked (we are told) into a bed of nettle when tortured by his erotic visions.  Happily there is none of Augustine’s Manichaeanism in Bella’s view of herself, and nothing Marcionite about her view of Godwin.   For me the implicit theology of Poor Things is about Divine Unity, not Duality.    

 

One obviously scapegoated sin today is not the driving an EV or using a Smartphone, articles that include rare metals often mined by children in landscapes as poisonous as those of Hunt’s Scapegoat, but is in refusing to ‘know’ what we do really know – that “Cobalt is a type of metal commonly used in lithium-ion batteries.  The DMC (Democratic Republic of the Congo) is the leading mecca for cobalt production as the nation holds more than 50% of the global cobalt reserves.  The excavation fields are mostly small artisanal mines, often lacking resources and protective equipment, such as gloves and masks, necessary for safer mining activities. Due to poverty rates in the country, child labor is common in mining and other sectors.” (The Borgen Project).   I do not think Bella would turn a blind eye to that, or to so many other ways in which we ignore the true human cost of life-styles we accept as natural.   

 

No doubt some folk will be scandalised by this films frank sexual scenes.   Quite right, the whole film is scandalous, in the original sense of being a tripping stone.   Saint Paul described the Gospel of Christ as scandalous, it should upset us, trip us up, let us see every thing from a fresh perspective, most especially our ideas about God, Sin, guilt and what it means to be human.   I think this film does these things.   

 

Godwin asks Max if he would “rather the World did not have Bella in it.”

 

I am glad it does.  

 

Sunday 14 January 2024

Poor Things is rich!

 Ironically to describe Yogos Lanthimos’s latest film Poor Things requires the richest of vocabularies.   

 

Grotesque, beautiful, hilarious, heart wrenching, fearless, horrific, filthy, garish, demented, phantasmagorical, anarchic, audacious, batshit, satirical, astonishing, surreal, bizarre, luscious, breath-taking, beguiling, hopeful, political, philosophical and absurdist – and for me simply wonderful.   

 

At the end I wanted to stand up and cheer;  cheer the film, cheer Lanthimos and all his crew, cheer Bella Baxter the protagonist,  and cheer Emily Stone for her amazing re-creation of her.  But, as you may infer from my opening paragraph, you may not feel the same.    

 

If you did not enjoy The Killing of the Sacred Deer or The Favourite I cannot recommend that you go and see this film.   You may well hate it.   If you did enjoy either of them and are willing to follow Yorgos Lanthimos further along his journey then buckle up and go for it!  

 

Poor Things is set in an Steam-Punk Victorian Age – with surreal and anachronistic elements,  adapted by Tony McNamara from the eponymous novel by Alistair Grey, and tells the story of Bella, a Frankensteinian creation who is literally her own mother and her own child – the body of a resurrected young woman with the brain of her own unborn child transplanted with her own.  This was achieved by the surgeon Godwin Baxter (Willem Dafoe), who was himself horrifically experimented on surgically by his own father.   Godwin is called God by Bella.   

                                                                                                                  

When we first meet her she behaves like a small child.  She does not know how to speak, eat, walk, behave – or to think.  She is a true innocent.   Totally uninhibited, selfish, impulsive and cruel, shame and guilt free.   That is, after all how we all start.   Stone’s physical acting here is  phenomenal, and I remember how she credibly portrayed Billy Jean King in The Battle of the Sexes.  We then follow Bella’s education; physical, intellectual, emotional, social, philosophical, sexual and moral.    

 

Some of this ‘education’ takes her on a cruise round the Mediterranean in the company of an unscrupulous, hilarious, lascivious and oddly charming lawyer, Duncan Wedderburn, played with enormous gusto by Mark Ruffalo.   We have also met Max McCandless, (Ramy Youssef) a student of Baxter commissioned to study her development, who falls in love with her.    

 

In many ways this is like the odyssey of the equally innocent Candide in Voltaire’s satirical attack on Leibniz’s ‘This is the best of all possible Worlds’ philosophy, and Baxter being called God is surely relevant here.  (Discuss.) 

 

In some ways this is like  Odysseus’s Odyssey,  as he too toured the ancient Mediterranean trying to find his way home – and in my reading find out who and what he really was.    In Odysseus’ case, it could be argued, he was ultimately no more and no less than Penelope’s husband.   

 

In Bella’s case, it seems to me, she finds she herself to be a truly liberated, fulfilled and admirable person - and of course a woman.     

 

Her story is properly shocking.   There are many (MANY) very graphic sex scenes, and Emily Stones performance is as uninhibited, audacious and moving as the part requires.     There are of course important questions that need to be raised by sex on screen but as Ms Stone came on board as a co-producer of the move early in its development,  and had worked with  Lanthimos before, most recently in The Favourite,  she obviously trusted him – and the Intimacy Consultant they used. I am also sure these scenes are essential to the film.      

  

The Photography, by the veteran Irish cinemaphotographer Robby Ryan, is inventive and ravishing.   He had also shot The Favourite for Lanthimos, plus Andrea Arnold’s Fish Tank and Wuthering Heights, Ken Loach’s Angel’s Share, I, Danial Blake, and Jimmy’s Hall,  John Maclean’s Slow West, Noah Baumbach’sMarriage Story, Stephen Frear’s Philomena,  and Nick Cave’s Idiot Prayer (among many other music videos.  (Sorry to go on, but I think the combination of Director and Cinematographer is really important.)  

 

It is Edited, immaculately as ever, by Yorgos  Mavropsaridis.

 

The Production Design by James Price and Shona Heath is as astonishing and beautiful as the film absolutely requires it to be.   

 

The music, by first time English film composer Jerskin Fendrix (real name Joscelin Dent-Pooley)  is wedded to Bella’s progressive humanisation, 

 

and the Costume Design by Holly Waddington illustrates her emergence as from a chrysalis to a butterfly.   

Sunday 12 November 2023

Grace and Danger; The Tree of Life's implicit Theology.

 

 I have brought this 2021 post to the top as some folk have raised questions concerning 'Suffering and the God of Love' to which I suggest some tentative approaches based on one of Terrence Malick's movies. 

 

In Terrence Malick’s  film The Tree of Life we learn of the death of a 19 year old boy, known as RL.   Most of the film in concerned with his elder brother, Jack, and the spiritual crisis he experiences on an anniversary of RL’s death.  But at the beginning of the film we are with his mother, and her immediate response to this tragedy.  She loves God,  and has been taught that ‘those who follow the way of Grace come to no harm.’   She believes that we have to choose between Grace and Nature,  nature ‘red in tooth and claw’.  But her teenage boy was full of Grace, and he has come to harm,  he is dead.

So the mother questions God, but God makes no verbal reply.   Instead Malick offers us a visually spectacular 15 minute sequence telling of the creation of the Universe, the formation of planets and the emergence and evolution of life.    Some find this section of the film incomprehensible, or irrelevant.    Having seen and discussed this film many times I offer this, my response to it,  putting these words into the mouth of the Creator. 

Your child has died.  He was 19 years old.  This is tragic.  Because you love your child you scream and grieve and weep and rage and question.     You question me, asking

Why?
Did I know?
Where was I?
What do you mean to me?

Let me answer you.

You conceived your child in love, carried him in hope, birthed him in joy and pain.    You were pregnant for nine months.    I waited nine billion years for life to be conceived on planet Earth.   And four billion years more before it could give birth to you, my children, made in my own image.    You too were conceived in love, carried in hope, birthed in joy and pain.  

Life itself is my Creation gift to you, and it takes time.   Just as your beloved child grew slowly, cell by cell within your womb, my universe also grew slowly.     I spoke and the Universe sprang into existence, and then particle by particle, photon by photon, atom by atom, element by element, grain by grain, it grew within my womb.  

My womb?     Where else?  There was and is nowhere outside me, beyond me, outwith me, so the only place my universe could be is within me.    That genesis created everything you see and know, and everything you cannot see and will never know.     

Gravity was in my left hand and randomness in my right,  and these tools brought order out of chaos,  and then life out of the inanimate.      I created my Universe to live and to bear life itself, and more – life that is in my own image, the image of love.     Giving, self-giving, compassionate, forgiving love.  Love that cares,  love that hurts and grieves.    Grieves because there is no creation without destruction and no life without death.   That is the story of this Universe.    

Every atom in your body was created in the furnace at the heart of some distant sun.    Hydrogen and helium, the only atoms in that first moment,  had to be remade there, fused together under unimaginable pressure to form oxygen, carbon,  nitrogen, iron, calcium and phosphorus,  potassium, sulfur, sodium, chlorine and magnesium.  You need all of these elements to simply be.    These suns burned for billions of years and then they had to die, burn out, explode and seed the interstellar space with these new atoms.    Atoms that gathered under gravity’s gentle push, gathered and clumped, formed dust clouds, then rocks, asteroids and planets.     

How many planets have to form before one can be a cradle for life?    The number would be meaningless to you, as would the trillion of minute actions and reactions needed for these earth-bound atoms to be combined and recombined, to mutate as randomness did its amazing work,  countering entropy by bringing order out of chaos, complexity out of simplicity, forming chemical compounds, amino acids, bacteria,  single and multi-celled beings;  all your ancestors.    Some think that evolution is not miraculous, but that is only because they want miracles to be instantaneous.    My Creation miracle took thirteen billion years, and turned hydrogen and light into love.   Is that not miraculous enough?

You were taught that you must choose between Grace and Nature.   That is a false dichotomy.    You thought that your child could escape the dangers of Nature by choosing Grace.    But Grace needs a natural form to inhabit.   Grace needs the cradle of Nature to find a home in.    And do not presume that you are the only living things capable of Grace. 

You are compassionate. You feel the pain of others.  The suffering of others stirs deep feelings, often of anger, in your hearts.   Of course you want a world where there is no suffering.  Sometimes when you see suffering you call it evil and are angry with me.   
How can a loving God allow such suffering?      So they blame me for allowing harmful as well as beneficent bacteria to evolve, or for allowing the movement of tectonic plates to cause earthquakes.   Some would like me to temporarily suspend the laws of gravity when falling objects hurt, or when falling hurts bodies.    Some people seem to want fire that does not burn, water than does not drown.      To eat without killing.   But do you think that if I could have created you, and your beloved children, without suffering and death being part of it, without Nature being as it is, without your Universe being as it is, I would not have done so?    

I also have to live, like you,  with the necessary randomness that makes life possible and unpredictable.    Randomness and gravity, my necessary creative tools,  mean that life is fraught with  danger.   Maybe that danger makes it precious.   Would I not have spared myself the waiting, the dying, the grieving, if I could?    


If you look at Nature and hate it, and me, if you blame me and fear me, reject me for the death and loss and destruction you see in the world,  then before you condemn me, consider this.   It has taken your kind half a million years to learn how to take atoms apart.    How long do you think it would take you to put them back together, to create them, to create enough to make your own Universe,  and to breath life and love into your creation?    How long would it take you to make a Universe in your own image, because you despise this one, made in mine?

You husband is an inventor, proud of the patents for his devices.   I am proud of my devices too.    Your eldest son is an architect.  He knows that form has to follow function.  
Function dictates form.      Otherwise building fall apart.     I am the architect of the Universe, and it also has a function.    Love is that function; to love and to be loved.   

This Universe has become aware, and has learnt to love.   It took thirteen thousand million years for you to learn this, in your tiny corner, but in all that time my Universe has not fallen apart.    It is well made.    And just as your child grew from its conception as a single cell, with no interference from you, save sustenance, my Universe grew from a single moment, just one event, and grew to what it is, with no interference from me, save sustenance.  As it is, it was from the beginning. 

O yes, I know some believe I could create this Universe and all living things in days, not billions of years,  and  make you out of mud in an instant.   They wonder why I did not make a Universe in which there was no suffering.   Maybe I could have done so.   It would be a different Universe.   And in such a Universe would you be truly human?   Would you have your capacity for costly love, for compassion, for Grace.   Would you be made in my image?   Would you be so intimately connected to the whole of creation?      And could I be truly incarnate?    At One with you?    

Your beloved son has died, and you grieve.  How many of my beloved have I seen die?     If you believe that I love, then you know that I grieve for your boy too, and for every living thing.     You live today in the shadow of his death.   Because I gave you the capacity to choose love and Grace I had to also give you the capacity to turn away from them.   So I too live in the shadow of death.   The death of the Cross, of the Holocaust, of Hiroshima, of the Gulags and the Killing Fields.    I live in the darkness cast by the fear that lives in the heart of every child, every woman, every man subjected to abuse, to violence, to hatred.     These are not my actions, but yours. 

You grieve for what you value.     So add this to the value of your boy.  In him his elder  brother, Jack, found me.   Found the love and trust and forgiveness and Grace – and the creativity – that are my image.   For RL, his brother, your child and mine, lived and lives in love.   All who live in love live in me.  And I live in them.    In all eternity.    

Because you love your child you grieve and weep and rage and question, asking 

Why?   
Because there is no other way.

Did I know?   
Yes.

Where was I?   
With you.  Within you.

What do you mean to me?   
Everything.