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Rag Tale
The camera has
Tourette's. After 15 minutes of fast zooms, sliced cuts, topsy pans
and turvy close ups you want to be sick, or leave the cinema. Words
like "pretentious" and "pulverised" tumble into the soup of what was
once your critical judgement. If this is the sharp end of 21st
century moviemaking, it looks more like a drug-induced pop video
experiment faxed to the frontal lobes of a trend setting art school
show-off.
After 40 minutes,
you have eaten your words and are beginning to think this is an
original and thrilling (Machiavellian?) piece of work, with an
inspired improv script and terrific performances. Words like
"frenetic," "edgy," "cynical" and "ruthless" kidnap your opinion.
What began as mixed up ensemble storylines have become focused and
clever. The camera is still refusing to stay still, but it's all
right now, because it's only reflecting the dysfunctional mindset of
these delusional journos (already the critic has slipped over the
top into pseudo land).
They call it a
satire, but it doesn't feel like satire. It's too close to the bone.
Exposing the rat-infested powerhouse of a national tabloid should be
ripe for glorious exaggeration and monstrous villainy. And so it is,
but not absolutely. These people have brains and some of them have
feelings - not many, it's true - but to call them stereotypical
Lunchtime O'Tooles would be squeezing the pip of credulity, which is
what this is about, making stuff up, destroying reputations, being
nasty in the national interest, writing lies to fit a specified
agenda, playing politics like a hand of poker.
The editor is
shagging the proprietor's wife. Everyone in the office knows about
it; the secretaries listen in. When the waste matter hits the air
conditioning, it's survival of the shittiest. Plots are hatched,
schemes invented, loyalties shredded. You can't help marvelling at
the depths to which these apparently intelligent, well-informed men
will stoop. The gutter is so far above their heads, they can't see
the light.
In addition to the
brave cinematic approach to the visual look of the film (the critic
has now turned full circle and is up his own arse), the acting is
sublime, especially Rupert Graves as the editor, Jennifer Jason
Leigh as the proprietor's wife and Ian Hart as an unscrupulous,
cocaine-addicted paparazzi. The director is not a bum-fuzzed boy in
short trousers, but the distinguished Irish writer/director Mary
McGuckian.
The Wolf - iofilm.co.uk 4 Star online Review
Review in Irish Times
It's the way she sells them
As with her previous four films, Mary McGuckian's
Rag Tale is packed with big-name actors. She tells Donald Clarke
how she does it.
I first came across Mary McGuckian 24 years ago at a physics lecture in
Trinity College Dublin. It was our first day as engineering
students. I fitted in embarrassingly comfortably with the cadre of
lank-haired, socially maladroit men in duffel coats, which made up
the main body of the class. McGuckian, who has eyes the size and
shape of kiwi fruit, did not. Arriving a few minutes late for the
lecture - could she have planned it? - dressed in proper, grown-up
clothes and carrying an enormous gold bag, she immediately curtailed
any consideration of wave-particle duality. To use an analogy easily
understood by the average engineering student, it was as if
Galadriel had chosen to spend some time with the orcs.
McGuckian's career has lived up to that dramatic
entrance. After graduation she decided to leave the bridge-building
to others and, making use of her experience acting and directing for
Dublin University Players, took to the stage.
She devised a two-handed Macbeth with Alan Gilsenan,
now a distinguished film director, and performed a few roles at the
Abbey. She mounted a production of her own version of The
Midnight Court, in London. She studied in Paris. Then, in the
mid-1990s, her pal Jim Sheridan nudged her towards the cinema.
Over the past decade she has directed an astonishing
five feature films and has worked with a bewilderingly impressive
array of movie stars.
It is one of the most peculiar stories in Irish
film.
Words on the
Window Pane, her
1995 debut, featured Geraldine Chaplin and Ian Richardson. This
is the Sea (1997) starred Richard Harris and Samantha Morton.
Best, a 2000 biopic of George Best starring her husband John
Lynch, found roles for Ian Hart, Stephen Fry, Patsy Kensit and Roger
Daltry. Then came last year's adaptation of Thornton Wilder's
The Bridge of San Luis Rey,
in which she worked with Harvey Keitel, Kathy Bates, F Murray
Abraham, and - take a breath - Robert De Niro. Rag Tale, a
satire on Fleet Street, released this week, offers us Jennifer Jason
Leigh, Malcolm McDowell, John Sessions, Simon Callow and Kerry Fox.
Neither Neil Jordan nor Sheridan has clocked up quite so many star
points.
"Well, actors are important to me because they tell
the story," she says. "Neil and Jim are famous directors. I don't
have that personality. They are very sure of who they are. I just
like working with actors and find that is what makes the film work."
YES. WELL. YES. But how on earth does she do it? How do you go
about getting De Niro or Keitel or
Jason Leigh to appear in your film? Does she have a wish list on
which she refuses to compromise?
"Sometimes you do," she says. "On
The Bridge of San Luis Rey I was specific, and that turned out
to be a phenomenal cast. It is a very beloved book in America and
that was about writing out a dream cast and just having a go. I
never believed that would happen. Back with Words on the
Window Pane
I exceeded my ambitions. With Rag
Tale there were a lot of actors I had worked with before."
I'm still not much the wiser as to how
she has lured all these prestigious actors into her pictures. Does
she have a strategy? Does she have incriminating photographs?
"Well, you have to make it clear that
this one is not one they are doing for the money," she says. "Then I
do a favoured-nation thing. All the main actors get paid the same
amount. Even with a large cast like Rag Tale they are all on
the same rate."
I can't help but think that the steely
confidence McGuckian has always displayed must help her win over
wavering stars. One can't imagine her withering fearfully before the
talent.
"It depends on what you are doing," she
says. "Robert De Niro is definitely a bit of a legend. I defy
anybody not to pinch themselves in those circumstances and say:
'This is De Niro.' But it was interesting the way he made a point of
helping me be comfortable. He would go over and over details of the
script and I eventually realised that was a way of helping me get
past the legend."
McGuckian's ability to sell herself may
be wired into the genes. Her father is the agricultural
entrepreneur, Alistair McGuckian, famous for heading up the Masstock
livestock system and, more recently, for devising the large-scale
musical, The Ha'penny Bridge.
"He is great on business stuff," she
says. "But also on world view. He is not in business for the sake of
it. He enjoys making things happen and now he writes music too. So
he is a very inspiring person as well."
Sadly, The Bridge of San Luis Rey
did not fare well with the critics in the United States and no
release date has yet been scheduled in these territories. McGuckian
feels that an unsatisfactory cut was released in the US and is still
hopeful that the film, a period piece detailing the stories of
several people destined to die when a bridge collapses, will soon
turn up on these shores.
Until then we have the - quite
literally - dizzying Rag Tale.FOCUSING ON THE doings of a
newspaper not dissimilar to the Sun, the film seeks to ridicule the
tabloid preference for celebrity gossip over real news. There is
much juicy satire in the picture, but the nauseating camera angles
and staccato editing make the action very hard to endure. What on
earth is going on?
"Some people have said it is a little
like Natural Born Killers on speed," she says. "I think film
has still a leap to make in terms of visual sophistication. We have
a younger audience used to pop-up internet screens, MTV and a style
of TV drama that is much more radical than most film. Now we might
have made more of a leap here than people are quite ready for."
The extraordinary cast improvised much
of the picture after McGuckian and her crew spent time researching
the logistics of newspaper production. Given the director's ability
to attract celebrity personnel, we should, perhaps, not be surprised
to hear that Carl Bernstein, one half of the team that broke
Watergate, was a technical adviser. Once again, I ask, bewildered,
how she comes across such people.
"Oh, you just happen to sit beside him
at some sort of literary conference," she says blithely.
Rag Tale
forms the first part of a proposed
trilogy. The second film, Intervention, is to deal with therapy
culture, while the third will focus on the film industry. Whereas
John Lynch appeared in each of McGuckian's first four films, he is
not to be found in Rag Tale and, the director suggests, may
remain absent from the latter sections of the trilogy. Have they
decided that it is better to go to work in separate offices?
"I think we probably have," she says,
laughing. "It is a bit healthier, maybe. It puts extra pressure on
what you do when you are both there. It is alienating for crews to
think you have more of a shorthand with one actor. Other actors
don't want their directors to have another life. They don't like
that they have breakfast with somebody else. They like to think that
all the attention is directed at them. John is a very good actor and
a very good person to have on set. But there are other good actors
out there."
And if they are out there then, however
lauded they may be, McGuckian will bag them.
Rag Tale
is on limited release