Northup's story is one about the fragility of freedom for African Americans before the Civil War, a fragility that can still be seen today with instances of institutional racism in the West. Born a free man Northup is a talented and respected violinist living with his family in Saratoga, New York. Then one day he makes the acquaintance of two circus performers offering his a job in Washington, only to drug him, strip him of identification and sell him into slavery.
The fall from free man to slave is handled not so much as a transition but a jarring, instantaneous switch. Driving home the way in which liberty can be stolen in the wink of a eye. From there on the film becomes one long and relentless portrait of the indignities and violence Northup witnesses and suffers first hand. Gradually eroding his attachment to his old life through hardship after hardship. Ageing him physically and driving him despair.
I recall writing in my Filth review how minor details like sound design and editing can kill a films intensity, especially during difficult to swallow scenes of violence. Thankfully McQueen knows this and does not permit the mercy that a lack of immersion would be. Every whip crack, every strain of the noose rings out over the painfully drawn-out scenes of punishment. The term 'torture porn' doesn't even apply, this is a historical reenactment of one man's suffering and if you struggle to endure it that's kind of the point.
Key to our ability to suffer along with Northup is a sympathetic performance from Chiwetel Ejiofor, no easy feat considering that his character is locked in a state of constant restraint.Make no mistake though Ejifor nails the various stages of Northup development, from the gentle stroll of an affable free man to the determined posturing of a defiant victim. Most pitiable of course is the broken Solomon, with the deadened glare of the hopeless Ejiofor is dripping with misery and sweat.
If there's one problem it's that the impression of Northup aging physically comes very late in the day. The film struggles to convey the passage of time badly enough and it's not until one scene towards the third acts that the years begin to show on Northup's face. Maybe that's the point to have the weight of all he's endured come crashing down in one moment, but regardless it robs the film of a sense of scope.
Also problematic are the occasional touches of directorial flair McQueen brings at inappropriate moment. The scene I mentioned above is a whipping scene shot with one lengthy and tortuous take. It covers the actions of several principle characters with painstaking detail and it a delight to watch...right up until it ends of a shakycam shot of needless symbolism.
These are complaints but minor ones. 12 Years a Slave will still be one of the better films you see this year. A powerhouse performance by Ejiofor as well as newcomer Lupita Nyong'o as one particularly put-upon slave Patsey. Patsey is the subject of sadistic slaver Edwin Epps, played by McQueen's long-time collaborator Michael Fassbender. Fassbender is a great actor, especially in villainous roles but his portrayal of Epps is something new. A smiling, twitching pot of pent-up rage, a living embodiment of the national mental illness that was slavery.
12 Years a Slave is not a film you'll enjoy but is something you need to experience. An window into the life of a slave tailored to immerse contemporary audience. The film is already nominated for several BAFTAs and it'll be a crime is Ejiofor doesn't pick up some Oscar buzz for Best Actor. Because if you think you've endured a lot watching the film, just imagine what the people making it went through.
Key to our ability to suffer along with Northup is a sympathetic performance from Chiwetel Ejiofor, no easy feat considering that his character is locked in a state of constant restraint.Make no mistake though Ejifor nails the various stages of Northup development, from the gentle stroll of an affable free man to the determined posturing of a defiant victim. Most pitiable of course is the broken Solomon, with the deadened glare of the hopeless Ejiofor is dripping with misery and sweat.
If there's one problem it's that the impression of Northup aging physically comes very late in the day. The film struggles to convey the passage of time badly enough and it's not until one scene towards the third acts that the years begin to show on Northup's face. Maybe that's the point to have the weight of all he's endured come crashing down in one moment, but regardless it robs the film of a sense of scope.
Also problematic are the occasional touches of directorial flair McQueen brings at inappropriate moment. The scene I mentioned above is a whipping scene shot with one lengthy and tortuous take. It covers the actions of several principle characters with painstaking detail and it a delight to watch...right up until it ends of a shakycam shot of needless symbolism.
These are complaints but minor ones. 12 Years a Slave will still be one of the better films you see this year. A powerhouse performance by Ejiofor as well as newcomer Lupita Nyong'o as one particularly put-upon slave Patsey. Patsey is the subject of sadistic slaver Edwin Epps, played by McQueen's long-time collaborator Michael Fassbender. Fassbender is a great actor, especially in villainous roles but his portrayal of Epps is something new. A smiling, twitching pot of pent-up rage, a living embodiment of the national mental illness that was slavery.
12 Years a Slave is not a film you'll enjoy but is something you need to experience. An window into the life of a slave tailored to immerse contemporary audience. The film is already nominated for several BAFTAs and it'll be a crime is Ejiofor doesn't pick up some Oscar buzz for Best Actor. Because if you think you've endured a lot watching the film, just imagine what the people making it went through.
