Yuli – The Carlos Acosta Story

When I was very young, my parents took me to ballet class. I immediately baulked at the idea and sat on the floor until my mother gave up and took me home. At the time I believed that being a ballet dancer was the worst possible thing on earth; now I see it as a massive lost opportunity. Carlos Acosta’s own father, Pedro (Santiago Alfonso), wasn’t as magnanimous as my mother, completely ignoring his son’s wishes in the pursuit of a higher aim.

His bet paid off, turning Carlos Acosta (nicknamed Yuli) into one of the greatest ballet dancers that ever lived; the first black man to perform at the Royal Ballet in London. Played at three different ages by Edlison Manuel Olbera Núnez, Keyvin Martínez and finally by the man himself, Yuli.

It starts in the poverty stricken streets of Havana; a place where the best options for young men to make something of themselves is through sport or dance. Carlos’ talent, expressed early on through street dance, gives his father an idea, and soon he is dragged to an audition at the National Ballet School of Cuba. But Carlos doesn’t want to perform ballet and mocks both his future teachers and his parents by putting on a tongue-in-cheek Michael Jackson-homage. He derisively describes ballet as something “for faggots”. Yet it is this very same ebullient spirit that lands him a place. His talent cannot be denied.

This is played out against a political and ethnic backdrop that acutely portrays the complexity of the Afro-Cuban experience. In one haunting scene, Carlos’ father takes him to his great-grandmother’s plantation, showing him how he is a direct descendent from the slave trade. Meanwhile his white mother escapes with her white relatives to Miami, benefiting from the same privilege that is denied to the young man. Pedro spins this hardship into a positive, telling Carlos that if his descendants could survive slavery, then he can become anything he wants.

A prickly, at times straightforwardly unlikeable man, Pedro gives a fresh spin to the helicopter parent trope, at times suggesting that Carlos’ success is vital to the future of the nation. It asks at what point does pushy parenthood tide over into outright abuse: a question emphatically answered by Carlos’ own wild success. Eventually, Carlos’ success takes on semi-mythic proportions.

The film interweaves this coming-of-age tale with renditions from his later performances, showing how he poured his personal experience into his work. While it is commendable to see Carlos’ life played out through dance, the two parts are often haphazardly edited together, taking us out of the story’s narrative sweep. These sequences, although haunting and poignant to watch in and of themselves, don’t so much reflect the film’s central conflicts as simply comment upon it, giving us little to chew on by way of genuine narrative tension. Nonetheless, it got me thinking: If only my parents were a bit more like Pedro.

Yuli – The Carlos Acosta Story is in cinemas Friday, April 12th. On VoD on Monday, August 15th

The Keeper (Trautmann)

Set in WW2 and its aftermath in Britain, this looks at first sight like a football movie. However, it becomes something else altogether by taking a long hard look at the plight of a person living in another country that’s heavily prejudiced against his own. Sadly one doesn’t have to look very far in present day, hostile environment Britain to see that such attitudes are currently very real and out in the open. This means that although this ostensibly covers real life events from over half a century ago, certain elements will likely resonate with contemporary UK audiences well beyond football fans.

German infantryman Bert Trautmann (David Kross) is captured by the British in WW2 and sent to a PoW camp just outside Manchester. Despite the presence of a few hardcore Nazis among the prisoners, most including Bert are ordinary Germans caught up in the conflict. Nevertheless, the English sergeant who runs the camp would have all of them shot were the decision his and makes their lives as difficult as possible.

However Bert has something specific in his favour: for as long as he can remember, he’s loved playing football. A chance sighting of his goalkeeping skills by visiting shopkeeper and amateur team manager Jack Friar (John Henshaw) leads to Bert’s helping out at Jack’s shop although in reality he’s there to be the local team’s new goalie. Despite anti-German prejudice from Bert, his daughter Margaret (Freya Mavor) and members of the football team, Bert’s determination to make things work off the field and his footballing skills themselves lead not only to his eventual signing by Manchester City but also to romance, marriage and family life with Margaret.

The widespread hatred of the Germans by the English during and after the War here serves as the backdrop to Bert’s relationships with others. On an individual level, he always has to start by winning people over before they can accept him. Jack is motivated by the fact of his team’s current goalie not being very good rather than any altruistic desire to help an enemy alien find acceptance in England’s green and pleasant land. Margaret likewise dislikes Bert and his fellow countrymen for what they’ve inflicted on her country and countrymen, but being confronted with a real life, breathing human being forces her to re-examine the ideas that everyone around her unquestioningly accepts.

Such tensions are equally evident on a wider social level. Jack first presents Bert to the team as someone who can’t speak with a scarf round his throat, correctly guessing not only that the other players won’t take kindly to the German’s national identity as soon as he opens his mouth and speaks with an accent but also that they’ll be rapidly won over if they see him in action in goal. And when Bert turns professional his Man City career is dogged for some while by that city’s Jewish community leaders’ understandable misgivings regarding his presence.

Overall, the film has much to say about how peace, forgiveness and reconciliation can broker a path through seemingly intractable and divisive prejudices to a much better place. It also delves into Bert’s internal torment as to whether he could have done more to change the outcome of an incident in his past when a superior German officer stole a football from a Jewish boy, teased him and then shot him dead. This memory periodically surfaces in Bert’s head until, in the final reel, events take an unexpected turn to put Bert and Margaret’s marriage under severe stress.

Working through these difficult and sometimes painful issues is underscored at the end as crowds of fans sing Abide With Me, a Christian hymn that’s been wrested away from its church roots and come to represent a deep spiritual truth about British people gathering together to watch, support and enjoy football. This in turn comes to stand for an acceptance of those who are different within wider British society. A helpful parable indeed for the UK’s present, troubled times.

The Keeper is out in the UK on Friday, April 5th. Watch the film trailer below:

Amazing Grace

In January 1972 Aretha Franklin recorded with the choir of the New Temple Missionary Baptist Church in Watts, Los Angeles, two days of gospel singing, accompanied by the resident preacher the Reverend James Cleveland (a formidable musician in his own right). At this recording her own father C.L. Franklin turned up, a celebrated preacher on his own account, as well as such worthies as Mick Jagger and Keith Richards. The recording was a full-on religious service, without preaching. The recording turned into one of Aretha Franklin’s best-selling records. Strangely the film recording was shelved for many years but now is released in cinemas in its full glory.

Many people need no encouragement to go out and see Aretha Franklin at the height of her powers. She stretches out the vowels of the title song Amazing Grace, whoops, swoops, pours out her soul and lingers over every crescendo and meaning of the words with a conviction that is incredibly moving. Here you feel that you are experiencing the very heart of the African American experience.

Gospel singing was the one thing that enslaved Africans were allowed to do on the plantations by their tormentors and into it they poured all their hopes of deliverance, sufferings, fears and faith. Despite being the faith of their oppressors, it was the one medium by which they saw some deliverance from the miseries of this present life. The response to their suffering was intensely African.

Amazing Grace is an intensely educational experience. It made me understand why black people are correct in asserting that certain aspects of their traditions cannot be meaningfully appropriated. This is not to damn the great creativity that has come about through the encounter of black and white culture. Mick Jagger and Keith Richards had every right to be there. It is just that this film conveys wonderfully the rawness and authenticity of African American culture.

This is not a film about Motown with its finger-clicking, highly professional backing singers and crafted presentation, although Aretha Franklin also excelled in this area. This is a film about music and faith. Aand many people will not be comfortable with the socially conservative values of the gospel tradition in the US. It is never clear whether Aretha Franklin herself shared those beliefs. Amazing Grace gives metropolitan elites pause to realise that great creativity often comes out of great faith and faith is often undergirded by suffering. This should cause those elites to respect the faith of others, even if its beliefs may sharply diverge from theirs.

Amazing Grace invites you to whoop, clap and dance. It lifts you up with joy and exultation. It is out in cinemas on Friday, May 10th. On VoD on Monday, September 2nd.

The Sisters Brothers

Revisionist western movies are nothing new, but there’s something refreshing and invigorating about Jacques Audiard’s new outing – his first since the Palme d’Or-winning Dheepan (2015) and his English-language debut. In the Frenchman’s hands, the quintessentially American genre is given a new sense of humour and resolve. It that owes a lot more to the Coen Brothers than to John Ford.

The action is twofold: on one end, the hitmen Charlie Sisters (Joaquin Phoenix) and Eli Sisters (John C. Reilly) pursue Hermann (Riz Ahmed) across the American West in order to collect a bounty. The film title refers to their ridiculous surname. On the other end, another mercenary, John (Jake Gyllenhaal) establishes a friendship with Hermann in order to catch him off-guard and hand him to the brothers, only to change allegiances later on.

In other hands, this could have been your stereotypical cat-and-mouse flick, with a lot of street standoffs and aerial vistas for the contemplative moments. Instead, Audiard is interested in the duality inherent to each one of his own characters and on the background that serves as the story’s setting. The brothers have a dynamic that brings Cain and Abel to mind: Charlie is a product of the violence of his time and usually resort to extreme means in order to settle his affairs, while Eli is a modern man trapped outside of his time, who dreams of a non-barbaric future.

As for the landscape, the script contrasts the promises of a new society made during the Gold Rush era and the development of American West against the brutality of a civilisation that doesn’t know to to avoid perpetuating the mistakes of the past. The tragedy, it argues, is that, in this world, the dreamers are eaten up by the machinations of progress and even those who play the rules don’t do so with a clean conscience. That it manages to tackle so many heavy and not particularly uplifting topics without being a full-on downer is a major achievement per se..

The Sisters Brothers is very well cast, with every player bringing out their best game to the proceedings. Reilly get the meatiest role. The protagonist rejects all the sound and fury around him, acting as a proxy for the audiences. We are compelled to sympathise with him, even if he doesn’t really deserve it.

Ultimately, the film is a bittersweet and nihilistic take on the Wild West. It questions violence and whether it can be used for noble purposes. It allows for funny moments, reminding us that sometimes it’s worthwhile becoming a byproduct of our chaotic surroundings. At the end of the day, happiness doesn’t necessarily equate to the smoking barrel of a gun. Or does it?

The Sisters Brothers is out in cinemas on Friday, April 5th (2019). On Netflix on Friday, March 12th (2021)