your racism, let me show you it
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freckles_and_doubtSo, District 9 - voted Film Most Likely To Resist Coherent Review For Anything Up To Weeks. I've found it extremely difficult to formulate a response to this movie, not only because of its own political and narrative qualities, but because there's such a buzz about it. Everyone seems to have seen it; everyone has some sort of reaction, either positive or negative, but always involved. Are we so starved, as science fiction fans, of genuine South African texts in our preferred idiom? I suppose we are. I don't think, though, that that should be permitted to detract from the film's achievements, which are many, powerful and frequently sly.
I came to South Africa in 1988, at the tail-end of apartheid; despite attending Moscow On The Hill I really saw a very minimal remnant of anti-apartheid activism and the attendant police presence. I was also, I have to say, stubbornly and almost wantonly unpoliticised. Nonetheless, the first ten minutes or so of District 9 bloody well broke me. There's something basically emblematic about lines of police Casspirs rumbling through the township, and I'm apparently South African enough for the image to make me cry. I know that the film is talking about xenophobia as much as about apartheid, but make no mistake, apartheid is the stuff of its basic vocabulary. As with many aspects of the film the devil's in the detail, the pass-law- and apartheid-evoking signage and regulation, the engrained, background, taken-for-granted divisions between us and them, human and non-human. If nothing else, District 9 rubs our noses viciously in the fact that apartheid was about blind, unenlightened dehumanisation. It uses sf's classic trope, the alien as both other and self, with fairly straightforward unselfconsciousness, no different to the multitudes of writers and filmmakers who have brandished the alien to talk about gender or religion as well as race and, here inescapably, class. Where it's different is in its unique sense of place, not just the instantly-familiar dusty harshness of Jo'burg, but in the political layering which invokes an extremely specific view of race rooted in an equally specific socio-economic and historical reality.
I know a lot of African writers have responded very negatively to District 9, labelling it as racist and stereotypical. I'm saddened by how completely they've missed the point. Of course the aliens take on all the orientalist baggage of poverty, ignorance and filth; the film is not about race in Africa, it's about perceptions of race in South Africa, about the way we construct race as idiom. Its power is at least partially in its ability to trace a trajectory, in the symbol and vocabulary of the science fictional, between the historical racism of apartheid and the current racisms of xenophobia. Of course its viewpoint is largely white rather than black, the xenophobia elements ultimately overshadowed by the focus on Wikus as an apartheid dinosaur; the film is after all an artefact of white experience and given who the director is, I think to try to create it in any other terms would be specious, patronising and doomed. I agree with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pumeza that it would be interesting to see the story re-told from the point of view of Wikus's black side-kick, but it would be a very different film, far less authentic and, given the complexities of genre and symbol it constructs with its apartheid vocabulary, far less interesting.
What drives the film for me is its ability to transcend utterly the obvious allegories of black African as prawn-like other to present an altogether more complex, layered and uncomfortable dissection of the white experience as well as an appallingly visceral representation of black poverty, and of xenophobia in general. Wikus is quite one of the most compelling and telling creations of recent science fiction; his banal, naive and limited evil is absolutely worthy of condemnation but is also horribly recognisable. He's the product of his time and place; he's also, through the arc of his transformation and destruction, simultaneously comic, pathetic, revolting and ultimately human. The sf trope of transformation makes him the alien and thus provides the point of entry to the realisation that the alien is also us, that we alienate ourselves and each other with unexamined complicity.
I find it interesting, in retrospect, to see that I drift immediately to talking about the film in political terms, despite my own very strong bent towards narrative implication. Narratively the film is exceedingly clever, balancing with virtuoso precision on the slippery edge between idea and action. It's not a great sf film in isolation: its plot is full of holes, however much I enjoy its resolute refusal to explicate the origin and purpose of the aliens. But there are explosions. Alien weaponry makes people sploosh. (Ah, yes, this is the early Peter Jackson). It clearly functions perfectly well as a slightly thought-provoking actioner to the average non-Saffrican sf fan, which I find surprising given how much of the pleasure and effect of my own viewing was about recognition, wincing or moved. To read this film without its South African political subtext is to impoverish it beyond belief, and I'm amazed it stands up.
On the whole, however, I'm largely inclined towards allowing the film's palpable flaws to be subsumed into its overall structure and purpose. The whole edifice is either fabulist in construction, uninterested in realistic logic and explanation, or full of plot holes. I go with the former, because it works. And, yes, the Nigerian gangsters are stereotypes, cardboard-cut-out "local colour" with all the orientalist trappings of cannibalism and muti. That's not what Nigerians are, obviously, but that's how we slip into seeing them, in the secret, unthinking bits of ourselves. That's why the prawns hurt to watch, because they externalise in grimy glory the assumptions we unconsciously make about the feckless subhumanity of the township dweller. This film is designed to dig the knife of perception into our privileged white guts, or even, to a lesser extent, our xenophobic black ones, and twist. I think it does it extraordinarily well.
Things We Have Learned Today: the penalty of brooding about a movie for two weeks is, apparently, unashamed verbosity, not to mention unrestrained polysyllabic outbreaks. Sorry. Also, the universe really doesn't want me to talk about this film, I've had no web access for most of the day, yay Cherished Institution and apparently insoluble DNS problems. On the upside,strawberryfrog can now stop leaving reproachful handfuls of tiny etched frimpt shells in the comments.
I came to South Africa in 1988, at the tail-end of apartheid; despite attending Moscow On The Hill I really saw a very minimal remnant of anti-apartheid activism and the attendant police presence. I was also, I have to say, stubbornly and almost wantonly unpoliticised. Nonetheless, the first ten minutes or so of District 9 bloody well broke me. There's something basically emblematic about lines of police Casspirs rumbling through the township, and I'm apparently South African enough for the image to make me cry. I know that the film is talking about xenophobia as much as about apartheid, but make no mistake, apartheid is the stuff of its basic vocabulary. As with many aspects of the film the devil's in the detail, the pass-law- and apartheid-evoking signage and regulation, the engrained, background, taken-for-granted divisions between us and them, human and non-human. If nothing else, District 9 rubs our noses viciously in the fact that apartheid was about blind, unenlightened dehumanisation. It uses sf's classic trope, the alien as both other and self, with fairly straightforward unselfconsciousness, no different to the multitudes of writers and filmmakers who have brandished the alien to talk about gender or religion as well as race and, here inescapably, class. Where it's different is in its unique sense of place, not just the instantly-familiar dusty harshness of Jo'burg, but in the political layering which invokes an extremely specific view of race rooted in an equally specific socio-economic and historical reality.
I know a lot of African writers have responded very negatively to District 9, labelling it as racist and stereotypical. I'm saddened by how completely they've missed the point. Of course the aliens take on all the orientalist baggage of poverty, ignorance and filth; the film is not about race in Africa, it's about perceptions of race in South Africa, about the way we construct race as idiom. Its power is at least partially in its ability to trace a trajectory, in the symbol and vocabulary of the science fictional, between the historical racism of apartheid and the current racisms of xenophobia. Of course its viewpoint is largely white rather than black, the xenophobia elements ultimately overshadowed by the focus on Wikus as an apartheid dinosaur; the film is after all an artefact of white experience and given who the director is, I think to try to create it in any other terms would be specious, patronising and doomed. I agree with
pumeza that it would be interesting to see the story re-told from the point of view of Wikus's black side-kick, but it would be a very different film, far less authentic and, given the complexities of genre and symbol it constructs with its apartheid vocabulary, far less interesting. What drives the film for me is its ability to transcend utterly the obvious allegories of black African as prawn-like other to present an altogether more complex, layered and uncomfortable dissection of the white experience as well as an appallingly visceral representation of black poverty, and of xenophobia in general. Wikus is quite one of the most compelling and telling creations of recent science fiction; his banal, naive and limited evil is absolutely worthy of condemnation but is also horribly recognisable. He's the product of his time and place; he's also, through the arc of his transformation and destruction, simultaneously comic, pathetic, revolting and ultimately human. The sf trope of transformation makes him the alien and thus provides the point of entry to the realisation that the alien is also us, that we alienate ourselves and each other with unexamined complicity.
I find it interesting, in retrospect, to see that I drift immediately to talking about the film in political terms, despite my own very strong bent towards narrative implication. Narratively the film is exceedingly clever, balancing with virtuoso precision on the slippery edge between idea and action. It's not a great sf film in isolation: its plot is full of holes, however much I enjoy its resolute refusal to explicate the origin and purpose of the aliens. But there are explosions. Alien weaponry makes people sploosh. (Ah, yes, this is the early Peter Jackson). It clearly functions perfectly well as a slightly thought-provoking actioner to the average non-Saffrican sf fan, which I find surprising given how much of the pleasure and effect of my own viewing was about recognition, wincing or moved. To read this film without its South African political subtext is to impoverish it beyond belief, and I'm amazed it stands up.
On the whole, however, I'm largely inclined towards allowing the film's palpable flaws to be subsumed into its overall structure and purpose. The whole edifice is either fabulist in construction, uninterested in realistic logic and explanation, or full of plot holes. I go with the former, because it works. And, yes, the Nigerian gangsters are stereotypes, cardboard-cut-out "local colour" with all the orientalist trappings of cannibalism and muti. That's not what Nigerians are, obviously, but that's how we slip into seeing them, in the secret, unthinking bits of ourselves. That's why the prawns hurt to watch, because they externalise in grimy glory the assumptions we unconsciously make about the feckless subhumanity of the township dweller. This film is designed to dig the knife of perception into our privileged white guts, or even, to a lesser extent, our xenophobic black ones, and twist. I think it does it extraordinarily well.
Things We Have Learned Today: the penalty of brooding about a movie for two weeks is, apparently, unashamed verbosity, not to mention unrestrained polysyllabic outbreaks. Sorry. Also, the universe really doesn't want me to talk about this film, I've had no web access for most of the day, yay Cherished Institution and apparently insoluble DNS problems. On the upside,
strawberryfrog can now stop leaving reproachful handfuls of tiny etched frimpt shells in the comments.
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Date: Monday, 14 September 2009 07:03 pm (UTC)(well, sort of)
Have you seen this? The "ideal" Bowie song
I wot not Bowie but thought you might find this fun
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Date: Tuesday, 15 September 2009 06:57 am (UTC)Fascinating article. Haven't had the courage to click on the actual song, but I have to say that the phrase "Heaven's energy and an elegant charm" is absolutely Bowie.
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Date: Monday, 14 September 2009 09:28 pm (UTC)Er, yes. I'm still bemused by what, if anything, non-South Africans make of it. Something, apparently, but not the same thing.
And, yes, the Nigerian gangsters are stereotypes, cardboard-cut-out "local colour" with all the orientalist trappings of cannibalism and muti.
Except that's not totally fiction. Sure it's exceptional, but if you accept that a film takes place in a coherent reality, it will focus on exceptional individuals and events.
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Date: Tuesday, 15 September 2009 08:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Tuesday, 15 September 2009 08:55 am (UTC)It seems to be the interstellar equivalent of a bakkie-load of day-labourers abandoned at the side of the road.
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Date: Tuesday, 15 September 2009 10:27 am (UTC)"bakkie-load of day-labourers" right on, though.
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Date: Tuesday, 15 September 2009 10:43 am (UTC)Yep, I agree.
To say that the film-makers are representing black Africans as dirty ignorant etc other
Well no, they're throwing that idea back at you. Inviting you first to have it (of the prawns) and then to question your racism.
PS: I have nabbed your icon.
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Date: Monday, 21 September 2009 06:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, 21 September 2009 08:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, 21 September 2009 10:16 am (UTC)Terry Pratchett rules (http://countingbackwards.tumblr.com/post/56523755/terry-pratchett-lords-and-ladies-reproachful-notes).
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Date: Tuesday, 15 September 2009 12:18 pm (UTC)I’ve seen a couple of interviews with the director...and very much identified with his obsession about understanding the real SA when circumstance relocated him. I think there is an age thing that comes into it too. Like the director I was 16 in 1994—old enough to know what it meant but not old enough to participate...
Still given the timeline he chose to use with the aliens arriving 1989 and given the extreme political shifts in that period occuring in formative part of the directors development (and something I get the impression from interviews that he is grappling with on a personal level) I was disappointed to see a new South African flag in the background of one shot. It seemed incongruous to me--a divergent timeline and yet everything else politically apparently occurred as is, I think there was an opportunity there to explore the effect of a substitute other on the last 20 years in SA and push more against the commonly held ideas of race in Africa. Choosing to include the Nigerians a commonly accepted other and modern African stereotype, it seemed like he wanted to go there but didn’t for some reason.
But then again it probably would have been a political film...not science fiction!
I loved your review (nice to have some good ideas to throw into my own grapplings)...I’ve been in crisis: my Croatian Australian boyfriend hated it (so I can’t even talk about it with him) and my parents have talked about nothing but prawns since they saw it (even my brother has been into the cat food).
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Date: Tuesday, 15 September 2009 12:27 pm (UTC)Thank you again for the review...very helpful...I think given another week I'll be almost ready to have a considered opinion!
I might have to watch it again though :-)
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Date: Monday, 21 September 2009 06:58 am (UTC)I think the difficulty in coming to terms with it is that it's meant to be disturbing and complicated and difficult, so a failure to grok it in a holistic sense is actually about the film, not about any failure in the viewer.
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Date: Saturday, 19 September 2009 12:14 pm (UTC)Likewise I haven't seen too many people comment on the identification of the Nigerians + muti murders with MNU + killing Wikus and the aliens for biotech. International capital spending the health of its employees identified as muti killings.
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Date: Monday, 21 September 2009 07:08 am (UTC)The film works in both directions surprisingly often, actually - the other thing no-one comments on much, alongside xenophobia and apartheid parallels, is the basic operation of Wikus himself as a nasty, derogatory Afrikaans stereotype which we are initially encouraged to laugh at. Everything's a stereotype, and it's all eventually undercut.
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Date: Monday, 21 September 2009 11:24 am (UTC)Making the audience complicit in every way...sneaky move Mr Blomkamp.
It's such a pity that that side of Wikus may be the hardest thing to explain to furriners, they also deserve to feel as dirty as I do.
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Date: Friday, 25 September 2009 01:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Friday, 25 September 2009 07:12 am (UTC)v. happy to see you here, too!