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by zedz » Mon Sep 01, 2008 10:05 pm
Comrades
Word on this, way back in the dim, dark eighties, was that it was a misfire, a sidestep. Then Bill Douglas was gone and the film and its reputation were buried along with him. Having caught up with it some twenty years later, I can only guess that those discouraging reports were second- or third-hand from people that hadn’t actually seen it (a massive constituency, even among the cineliterate), and were swayed by the horror stories of its abject box office failure.
Quite simply, it’s a major achievement, one of the most ambitious British films of the 1980s and a completely convincing stride ahead for Douglas in terms of his filmmaking. There is, of course, a trade-off in intimacy and intensity – this is a historical epic, after all – but the film fully deserves to stand shoulder to shoulder with his acknowledged masterpiece. It also completes a picture of Douglas’ incredible talent, as it operates on quite a different scale from the trilogy, is in colour, and deals with radically different subject matter.
It relates the story of the Tolpuddle Martyrs, rebellious Dorset farmers of the 1830s whose union is crushed by the powers that be and who are transported to Australia, but Douglas avoids the conventional contours of a historical narrative, focussing instead on everyday details, with the politics and violence swirling around the characters, often off-screen but frequently intruding on. The Martyrs thus become more than just historical action figures, and the film becomes more than just a politically-charged history lesson. One of the film’s most impressive achievements is the balance it strikes between the big political frame and the intimate personal details which flesh it out.
Given the intimate, autobiographical nature of his previous films, Douglas handles a huge, diverse cast brilliantly, and there’s a characteristic intelligence behind his casting decision to deploy the recognisable ‘name’ actors (James Fox, Michael Hordern, Vanessa Redgrave) as the authority figures and cast relative unknowns and newcomers as the working class. Not that they stayed unknown: Phil Davis and Imelda Staunton do sterling work, so I guess Mike Leigh at least saw the film.
Douglas makes exquisite use of light and sound, and on one level the film is a study in variant light sources: bleaching Australian sunlight, fog-filtered wintry English sunlight, cold moonlight, candlelight, and the light of the magic lantern. This final element is a crucial one – the film is subtitled “A Lanternist’s Account”, and Douglas’ surrogate, the lanternist, weaves through the story in multiple guises as an oblique narrator, foregrounding two other of the film’s organising themes: the idea of narration (who’s telling the story; who’s hearing it; whose stories get told) and pre-cinema technology. The magic lantern, dioramas, shadowplays, photography, spinning thaumatropes are all represented in turn – cinema deconstructed into its constituent parts, if you will – and in each instance the same actor portrays the bringer of the technology and the teller of its stories.
When the film leaps to Australia a couple of hours in, it’s dazzling and disorienting on several levels, and you feel for sure that Douglas has bitten off more than he can chew as the film starts off in a number of new directions. The narrative begins to fragment and disintegrate – where before we were following a complex but unified story, now we’re viewing a half-dozen individual narratives in parallel – but this is completely deliberate and to the point, as we’re witnessing the unravelling of a movement and, in many cases of the individuals behind it. Comrades has turned into a different film (one that’s a kind of midpoint, both aesthetically and chronologically, between Walkabout and The Proposition), but once its form and aims become clear, it’s no less impressive, and the radical gear change mid-film simply makes the whole thing that much more complex, challenging and impressive.
I also need to put in a word for the music. Hans Werner Henze (Resnais’ Muriel, a handful of Schlondorff films) contributes a fantastic score which Douglas uses extremely sparingly, a strategic deployment that only enhances its greatness. One of the most important characteristics of the film, I’d say, is that in it Douglas demonstrates mastery of all the forms and techniques associated with the historical epic (e.g. stunning landscape photography, period recreations, elaborate action sequences, ‘big’ scores) but keeps them in reserve for much of the time, bringing them out very selectively for maximum impact. Sure, it’s a strategy befitting an under-capitalized production, but it’s one that much more lavishly resourced filmmakers could learn a lot from.
I understand that the chances of a DVD release of this film are remote (a three-hour flop that's the only feature of a forgotten filmmaker, with troubled production and murky ownership? Only a very brave or very foolish label would tackle that), but don't miss it if it happens to screen in your vicinity.