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Don't Look Away: On the Artistry and Urgency of "12 Years a Slave"

    Entertainer
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    I believe in national memory. I believe in racial memory. "12 Years a Slave" is about both kinds of memory, and how they are suppressed, and why they are suppressed, and why they shouldn't be, and how art can trigger them and tease them out and look at them honestly, without flinching.

    The film's script, by John Ridley, and its direction, by Steve McQueen, treat the experience of Solomon Northup (Chiwetel Ejiofor), a free man sold into bondage, as a series of meticulously described visceral moments, like "Pickpocket" or "Taxi Driver' or "Aguirre: The Wrath of God" or "Apocalypse Now" or "Born on the Fourth of July." The movie concentrates on how experiences looked and sounded and felt. It "remembers" slavery as individuals remember private traumas, but it gives us just enough distance to process the cruelty. The director's choreography is so exact that one can imagine a wooden frame around each image, or a proscenium. The effect is akin to a series of moving paintings, or long scenes in an opera or a religious play. The film is pain, transformed into real art, useful art, art that triggers empathy and understanding. It takes Black history, White history and American history out of the past and says, "This is happening right now. To you."  

    This great film is attuned to how people remember trauma: that mix of agony, revulsion and shame, cooled ever-so-slightly by time. Its goal is to make a true story from America's deep past, which of course stands in for millions of similar stories, feel immediate—so that the viewer can go beyond, or beneath, the historical aspects, and understand the lived experience of slavery.  

    The pre-credits prologue shows Northup fashioning a makeshift pen from a stick, using a smashed berry for ink, and trying to record his experiences on parchment, and failing, and tossing the instrument away and crying, because his tools are too crude. The movie that follows plays like the psychic rough draft of the story he'll write later, when he has become free again and has had a bit of time to heal and reflect. The story that follows this prologue is at once pictorial and physical. We're seeing the intermediate stage of recollection: the jumble of raw sensations that memoirists must grapple with before they can shape and contain them with words. 

    "12 Years a Slave" envisions Northup's odyssey as a series of tableaus of suffering, endured and transcended but never forgiven.  The storytelling is similar to McQueen's first two features, "Hunger" and "Shame."  They could all be packaged together in a "Stations of the Cross" box set. The critic Noel Vera compares the hero of "Shame" to "a pilgrim on a personal Calvary," and writers, "You get the impression that if McQueen had used unknown actors and just tilted his camera a few inches to the right or left of the shot's focus, one might mistaken the film for something directed by Robert Bresson--back when Bresson thought there might be such a thing as a human soul worth saving." These films are about the landscapes of bodies and spirits tested and twisted, broken and exposed. They're quite purposefully stripped-down, aestheticized but never prettified, made mythological but never abstract.

    Legends and myths and religious fables are remembered not just for their content but because of how they're told: directly, always appealing to emotion, and what we think of as plain truth. 

    The truth of "12 Years a Slave" is very basic, essentially a list of experiential facts: Families traded like livestock, separated and sold. Men and women and children renamed and brainwashed, worked from dawn to dusk, and awakened from deep sleep, and made to dance and sing, and told to strip and be whipped, or raped. Chains on wrist and ankles. Lashes on the back. Flesh cracked like wet sod. 

    That's what this country was founded on, along with ideals of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That's what this film is about. That's what Americans deny when they praise the ideals of equality while downplaying the gory reality, on grounds that it's in the past now, and it doesn't do anyone any good to dwell on it. 

    "It is a simple fact that was is true and right is true and right for all," says a Canadian abolitionist (Brad Pitt) in a scene late in the film. What is true and right for all is that slavery and exploitation are evil. 

    Of course the problem with saying that is that it invites viewers to brush it off, by saying something like, "Well, I already know slavery was evil, so I don't need to see a film telling me that slavery was evil, and hey, look, a new 'Hunger Games' movie."  "12 Years a Slave" pushes past such rationalizations, not simply by repeating abstractly and distantly that yes, slavery was evil, or by speechifying about it in a way that invites viewers to nod and think, "Ah, yes, how horrible it was, and what a relief that it's not happening here now!" but by showing, in a series of very straightforward and exact scenes, precisely how was evil—by envisioning its day-to-day particulars, in terms that anyone of any background can understand, even if they don't know anything about slavery except that it once existed in the United States of America, and that the Civil War ended it. The film says, "Here is what happened to this man. Here is what he went through. You think you understand but probably you don't. Now imagine."

    That a film as searing and necessary as "12 Years a Slave" is having trouble drawing large audiences is a testament to the power of denial.

    That so few mainstream films have been made about slavery in America is also a testament to the power of denial.

    You can tell a lot about what a country finds shameful in its history by looking at how long it took for that country's popular art to begin seriously addressing that history. The first films about slavery (as opposed to films about the American south that happened to include slave characters) didn't appear until the 1960s, six decades after the creation of motion pictures. Most of them had elements of genre or exploitation. Very few addressed the subject in a straightforward way. Even the most high-profile recent film about slavery, "Django Unchained," gave itself a cushion of cowboy action and revenge fantasy, even as it depicted the casual physical savagery of slavery with an unprecedented (for Hollywood) frankness. 

    There is no genre cushion in "12 Years a Slave." None. It's simply saying, "Here is the story of a man who experienced slavery.”

    As we watch it, we don’t just understand Solomon’s experience. We start to grasp why films like this one are so rare: because Americans do not want to talk about slavery, or think about slavery, much less pay to see a film about slavery. It's too horrible. It's too shameful. We're afraid to even acknowledge it, much less get close to it and really look at it. 

    Northup plays the fiddle. Northup gets approached to play the fiddle in Washington, D.C. He gets drugged and sold into slavery in an auction, stripped naked and inspected like a farm animal. He's made to work at a plantation run by a master who thinks that showing slaves a glimmer of compassion makes him somehow a good person. Solomon rebels against an overseer who's cruel and petty even by the standards of overseers. He gets sold to a different plantation run by a monstrous man described as a "n----r breaker," and is confronted with the most horrible of the many horrible truths he absorbs during his years of bondage: that after a while this sort of life grinds the righteousness and even the sorrow from even the most passionate and moral person, and replaces them with but one desire, to survive.

    The master's indifference to suffering is passed down to the overseers, and to the plantation worker, and ultimately to the slaves themselves, and their children. By the end, Northup, who had previously survived a lynching for daring to fight an overseer, obeys an order to whip another slave, the new master’s concubine. There are tears in Solomon’s eyes, but he does as he’s told.

    This is how evil is perpetuated: it wears people down. They can’t imagine life any other way. They’re afraid. They’re exhausted. They’re numb. The victims just want to survive. The perpetrators just want to be able to look at themselves in a mirror and say, “This is normal behavior, this thing I’m doing. There is nothing unusual about it.” Everyone looks the other way.

    When a man arrives at the plantation bearing proof that Solomon was once a free man and demanding his release, the master who put that whip in Solomon’s hand reacts with petulant fury, like a child whose toy is about to be stolen from him. Solomon would like to take other slaves with him to freedom, but he can’t.  A series of post-credits titles inform us that Solomon took his two kidnappers to court but lost the case. He never got justice in the Hollywood sense. He just had to learn to live with the pain of his experience. He wrote a book about it, a book that enlightened many people and gained him some measure of fame, but accolades don’t make whip scars heal.

    The film's signature scene finds Solomon hanged by the overseer he attacked for abusing a fellow slave, bare toes on-point in slippery mud, barely saving himself from strangulation. McQueen holds on the shot long after the shock of the hanging has worn off, and after every other dramatically significant participant in the scene has gone inside, and keeps holding the shot, and holding it. After a bit, we see action return to the background behind Solomon. Workers go on about their business. A reverse angle puts Solomon in the foreground, out-of-focus, still dangling from the noose and gasping for breath. Over his shoulder, in-focus, slave children play. This is a “normal” sight for everyone on the plantation: a personnel matter. Nobody’s horrified by it, except for the man hanging from the rope.

    This is how a film transforms history into experience. This is how a film explains what slavery meant, not just to the body, but to the body politic. 

    It's not just about the infliction of pain by oppressors, and the endurance of pain by the oppressed. It's about looking the other way, even if the person being mistreated looks more or less like you, because you're glad it's not you, and you don't want it to be you, and you'd rather not even think about it.  

    It's about the entrenched status quo that permits atrocities to continue over long periods of time. It's about suppression. It's about denial. It's about refusing to look at what is happening, and what has happened, because it's just too horrible, and you'd rather not think about it. 

    Solomon was twelve years a slave. The United States was 89 years a slaver. 

    Slavery didn't persist for decades because every living free man and woman in the United States was an irredeemably evil person. It continued because people got used to it and compartmentalized it. White people in free states could tell themselves, "The country would be better off if there were no slavery, but it's been a part of life since the country was founded, and it's probably never going away, and at least it's not legal in my state." White people in slave states who did not own slaves could tell themselves, "I don't own slaves, so I'm not part of the problem," while looking away from those scarred men and women clearing underbrush and picking crops and hoping that somehow, someday they wouldn't have to see that kind of thing anymore, or explain it to their children. White people in free and slave states who could not rationalize or compartmentalize slavery became abolitionists, or helped abolitionists. Free African-Americans either tried to forget or distance themselves from the continuing reality of slave states, or else worked to end slavery. 

    But collectively the country made peace with slavery, accepted slavery, for a long time. It wasn't until the two decades leading up to the start of the Civil War that the majority of White citizens began thinking of slavery as anything other than a part of the national reality, for better or worse, and abolitionist beliefs as anything other than a utopian fantasy, or a nuisance to commerce. 

    Part of the genius of "12 Years a Slave" is its capacity for showing us that this sort of thinking—characteristic, we like to tell ourselves, of a distant and thoroughly discredited past—continues today, in a watered-down form. We encounter it again whenever movies such as this one are discussed. Or not discussed. Or avoided.

    When a viewer says, "I know slavery was wrong, so I don't need to see this movie," or, "I already saw scenes from 'Roots' in school, I get it," or "I saw 'Django Unchained,' what is it with all these slavery movies dredging up the past?" it's a denial, a suppression, a refusal to look at a horrible thing because we'd just rather not. 

    This happened in America. Its legacy is all around us. We need to look. We need to imagine. 

    In one of the movie’s most extraordinary close-ups, a traumatized Solomon looks offscreen for a while, his gaze slowly moving around the edges of the frame, until he briefly seems to make eye contact with the viewer. You want to reach out to him. You want to help him. You want to free him. But you can’t. It’s just not possible. It’s just not done. All you can do is keep staring at Solomon, staring into his beseeching eyes.

    After a while he gives up and looks somewhere else.




    Original: http://www.rogerebert.com/mzs/true-and-right-for-all-12-years-a-slave-steve-mcqueen-review-direction-slavery-composition
    By: Matt Zoller Seitz
    Posted: November 30, 2013, 12:23 pm

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