Saturday, 14 August 2010
The London Nobody Knows
An outstanding, painfully moving, documentary that anticipates the whole hauntological continuum. There are pre-echoes of everything from Burial through to Dolly Dolly and Position Normal here, not only in tone, but in sound - the leaps between spectral music hall, cockney singalong, market banter and Radiophonic-like electronics. It reminds me of three other films from (roughly) the same era, each of which share the same sense of London as still a bombed-out city - The Spy Who Came In From The Cold, Lindsay Anderson's O Lucky Man! and Hitchcock's Frenzy.
The director has the an eye for faces that rivals that of Chris Marker, and each of the faces here - whether they belong to the kids or the down-and-outs - has an astonishingly poetic power.
Every era has its own faces - you don't see faces like that any more, in London or anywhere else...
Posted by Mark at 23:48