Arts, Britain, Films

Film Review: ‘Another Mother’s Son’

SS CHANNEL ISLANDS

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– Captives: Susan Hampshire, Izzy Meikle-Small and Jenny Seagrove in Another Mother’s Son.

Intro: The gripping true story of how a mother risked her life to save a PoW as the Nazis’ jackboots trampled over Jersey in WWII.

THE BBC1 drama SS-GB which recently concluded, was an eerie vision of what a German-occupied Britain might have looked like in 1941. It was undermined slightly by the sound quality – ‘ve haf vays of making you mumble’.

Arriving on the silver screens now is an accurate and absorbing account of what it was actually like for British citizens to hear the stamp of Nazi jackboots on their own streets.

The German occupation of the Channel Islands has had surprisingly little cinematic attention down the years. Another Mother’s Son is a hugely welcome redress of that oversight. Moreover, it tells an extraordinary true story, that of Louisa Gould (Jenny Seagrove), a middle-aged shopkeeper in a rural Jersey village.

Shortly after receiving the devastating news that one of her own two boys had been killed at sea, she took an escaped Russian prisoner-of-war into her home, and, even as the Gestapo closed in, lavished on him the protective love of a mother for a son.

Apart from the tear-jerking human dimension of this story, it also offers a valuable history lesson. Who knew that there were barbaric labour camps for Russian PoWs in the Channel Islands? I certainly didn’t. Nor had I realised the moral depths to which a handful of the islanders sank, settling petty jealousies and grievances by writing anonymously to the occupiers, telling tales of hidden wireless sets, or worse, hidden prisoners.

As far as one can gather, and albeit with Somerset standing in convincingly for Jersey, the film sticks staunchly to the facts. Ably directed by Christopher Menaul, it is written by Gould’s great-niece Jenny Lecoat, who of course had a vested interest in getting the details right. Her remarkable kinswoman would be proud. Yet there was nothing conspicuously remarkable about Louisa. Seagrove plays her splendidly, as an ordinary, decent, careworn woman appalled by German brutality.

A fine supporting cast includes Sherlock’s Amanda Abbington as Louisa’s sister and the ever-watchable John Hannah as her brother-in-law, both very good at conveying the anxiety of people with much to be anxious about.

That eternal English rose Susan Hampshire, wearing her 79 years with ineffable elegance, pops up, too. In an oddly inspired casting choice, the Irish singer Ronan Keating plays Louisa’s brother Harold, and a caption at the end testifies to his own singular part in history.

 

BUT if the film belongs to anyone other than Seagrove, it is Bulgarian actor Julian Kostov. He is tremendously affecting in the part of the terrified, emaciated escapee, whose complicated Russian name is conveniently anglicised, in one of the film’s more light-hearted moments, to Bill.

Gradually, as Bill’s command of the English language improves and he acquires forged papers, Louisa becomes more brazen at hiding him in plain sight. He accompanies her to St Helier, and even helps out in her shop. This seems like folly, yet it’s another example of Louisa’s innate goodness; she instinctively trusted people.

Whether she was right to, I will let you find out for yourselves, but I do urge you to see a film which chronicles such an overlooked chapter of World War II. Hats off to another Bill, producer Bill Kenwright, for bringing this amazing story to public attention.

 

Another Mother’s Son (12A)

Verdict: Compelling war story ★★★★

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Arts, Films, Society, United States

Film Review: ‘Loving’

THE POWER OF LOVE

Inspiring: Joel Edgerton and Ruth Negga as Richard and Mildred Loving.

Inspiring: Joel Edgerton and Ruth Negga as Richard and Mildred Loving.

Synopsis: The gripping true story of a mixed-race couple who stood against the bigots to become American heroes.

WHEN Richard Loving, a white bricklayer from Virginia, married his black girlfriend, Mildred Jeter, in 1958, a firestorm of publicity and a prominent footnote in the Constitution of the United States were the last things either of them expected. Or wanted.

Richard, as depicted and choreographed by Joel Edgerton in writer-director Jeff Nichols’s wonderful film, was a simple soul, who with his crewcut and slow drawl might have seemed like the prototype of a Southern redneck, but clearly didn’t have a bigoted bone in his body.

He was joined in matrimony by Mildred (Irish actress Ruth Negga) for uncomplicated and old-fashioned reasons. They loved each other, and she was pregnant.

However, interracial marriage was prohibited by Virginia’s miscegenation laws. They sidestepped that by tying the knot in Washington DC, only to find themselves arrested and jailed on their return home.

The judge deemed that ‘Almighty God created the races white, black, yellow, malay and red, and he placed them on separate continents . . . The fact that he separated the races shows that he did not intend for the races to mix.’

He gave the Lovings a stark choice; either annul the marriage or leave the state for 25 years. They left, but secretly returned for Mildred to give birth, and were arrested again.

Their lawyer used his friendship with the judge to keep them out of jail, but told them there would be no further leniency.

Although they were country folk who yearned to go back to their roots, the Lovings were compelled to raise their growing family in the city.

A few years later, stirred by the spirit of the burgeoning civil rights movement, Mildred wrote to the attorney-general, Robert Kennedy, who referred their case to the American Civil Liberties Union.

An ACLU lawyer, Bernard Cohen (Nick Kroll), saw their predicament as perfect leverage for an appeal to the Supreme Court, and although Richard in particular recoiled from being leverage for anything, they duly became a legal precedent, a cause celebre.

Journalists descended on them. Life magazine sent a photographer (played here by the ever-splendid Michael Shannon).

 

AND inevitably, the grotesque notion, long enshrined in Virginia’s law, that interracial marriage was ‘against the peace and dignity of the Commonwealth’, was overturned.

Loving vs. Virginia remains a landmark civil rights case.

It is a poignant tale, but then civil rights stories always are. Nichols’s great skill is in maintaining its integrity. There are no eloquent, barnstorming speeches about injustice, least of all by the Lovings themselves.

This is not the America of Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner? Stanley Kramer’s 1967 film in which Spencer Tracy and Katherine Hepburn played the gnarled old white liberals grappling with their daughter Joanna’s decision to marry Sidney Poitier’s urbane black doctor.

This is an America in which you can practically hear the cogs turn when people think.

Edgerton and in particular the Oscar-nominated Negga are both superb, giving heartrendingly sensitive performances as two people bewildered by the events that have engulfed them. When their lawyer asks Richard if he has a message for the Supreme Court justices, it is a plain one: ‘Tell them that I love my wife.’

His surname gave Nichols a conveniently plain title, too, and the narrative doesn’t need much adornment either.

Maybe that’s why the picture itself is not in the frame for an Academy Award, but Nichols’s achievement should not be overlooked. He has made a very fine film.

 

Loving (12A)

Verdict: Rousing true story ★★★★

 

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