Fires Were Started

I saw All White in Barking last night - the new film by Marc Isaacs, who’s a really intriguing filmmaker. I pretty much knew in advance I’d like it a lot, being fascinated by both the white working-class and counties just outside London like Essex.

I do realise that’s one of the most patronising sentences you’ll ever read, but I mean it in total honesty - I’ve been following Leeds United since I was 8, and for an experience of white working-class hope, frustration, glory and loss, you can’t better it as a masterclass. Plus I love Cheshunt for walking - it claims it’s in Hertfordshire but it’s so obviously in Essex. And it has the Lee Valley Park, one of the most beautiful secret places for animals wet and dry in the South.

Anyhow, the film was great, but for me, it wasn’t just about Essex worker whites, it was also about Jewish Essexites - like Monty the Holocaust survivor and his buddies and a man called Roger who wasn’t openly outed as Jewish but so obviously was. Their confusion about race and friendliness was very typical of our bredren, and the doc made one of its most poignant jabs when a dinner of Holocaust survivors featured a man stating that Jews must marry Jews because it was simply the right thing to do. It’s not knowing racism, but it is putting up barriers that, especially to outsiders, seemimplausible and cruel. The cycle of exclusion and prejudice, however benignly intended, carries on.

These are really important issues. In a more poetic moment, on the 243 home, I got happy because the doc really celebrated outsiders and non-conformists, albeit a bit unpalatable at time, which is very good indeed. People who say what they think and want the goodness of others to be proven to them rather than assume it. I mean, actually, that rarely works, because if you start suspicious, you’ll probably remain so, but I see nothing wrong with seeing every new person as a potential friend to woo and impress.

Anyhow in other news, my current film obsession is Frownland, about…well, it’s about so much, but the central character is a stuttering troll of a man who lives in a perpetual netherworld of crisis and disgust, in a city that seems to seep hatred. It’s funny, it’s scary and it’s also very very sad for anyone who identifies that yep, big cities are just like that - horrible, dirty and unfriendly. So, Frownland isn’t just one of the best, most unique, films of recent years, it’s also probably my favourite film title ever.

So, to launch right into things, what’s the current state of world Mumblecore?

You know, you read of it in The Guardian and then forgot to keep up? Still no bells…OK, you thought it sounded amazing but then realised UK-wise, it only existed for one week at the ICA and it was impossible to buy any of them on DVD, so you’re forgiven for neglecting it.

But don’t anymore. Because it’s the best thing in film nearly ever. You should discover it yourself - it’s the only way - but get right up to date because I already feel rather left behind. So to launch you straight into the present, the annual indie gaddabout in the US, Sundance, has just ended and there’s various Mumblecore updates.

(remember to me, this is immensely exciting. To you, this may seem like crazy talk, but think of how you felt when you turned down something small that turned out to be ace)

These people look kind of strange don’t they? I like this collection of people - I only know of the people at the back, The Duplass Brothers, and indie boy’s lady of choice, Greta Gerwig, but the people at the front look interesting too don’t they? Well, they’re all delighted that new Duplass movie Baghead has gone down well and got some distribution.

And that’s really great - I loved The Puffy Chair, their last movie (well I think it was their last, it may not have been, you never know, everyone a bit hipster in the USA does so much all the time, they’re like herding cats) because it was quite sad and also quite funny, and it was very silly. But ach, I don’t know, don’t hate me, but whilst it had all the good stuff (improvised performance, shaky camera, ultra-Jewish everything, funny-lookin’ people) and I did love it…

…it wasn’t as unparalledly amazing as this man, Joe Swanberg’s LOL or all his multiple other ace stuff, including this little film he made at Sundance…

Yes, all the same people are in all these pictures, films and website. Don’t worry, it all makes sense when you get into it.And also yes yes yes, it’s all very American but don’t worry, the British Mumblecore revolution is coming, and not just in film, you know - my friend and brilliant cartoonist and singer from Leeds, Ian Coburn, is so so mumblecore it’s remarkable.Phew, see, this only scratches the surface, but you get the idea. It’s a big mumbling rumbling explosion. Oh yes, and do not ever ever call it Mumblecore outside of a blog, yes?