Thursday 14 March 2013

Shadow Dancer


Shadow Dancer

Shadow Dancer has a wonderful opening: it’s 1993 and Andrea Riseborough’s IRA terrorist Collette, her pale, pinched, plain face impassive, plays cat-and-mouse on the Tube with some faceless British security agents as she tries to plant a bomb on the London Underground. 

The scene is almost unbearably tense, director James Marsh’s (Man On Wire, Project Nim) prowling camera trailing Riseborough as she hops on and off trains, runs along corridors and gingerly picks her way through service tunnels in an attempt to stay one step ahead of the relentless pursuers who may just be figments of her paranoia, the anxiety and suspense heightened by the complete absence of dialogue or even incidental music. 

It’s a bravura piece of film-making, perhaps the film’s best scene, economically setting up Shadow Dancer’s ambiguous protagonist and the knife edge of danger and duplicity she must walk where each misstep or wrong move could mean betrayal or death.   It’s a fantastic, daring way to open the movie.  It’s unfortunate then that it occurs about ten minutes into the film after a laughably cliched opening which sees the ten-year-old Collette in 1973 inadvertently cause her young brother’s fatal shooting by the British Army, an action which radicalises Collette and her surviving brothers (who go on to form their own little family terrorist cell) and forever souring her relationship with her father who blames Collette for his wee boy’s murder by those dastardly Brits!  See folks, she might be a terrorist but she’s not a bad lass!  She just wants her Da’ to love her again!  As openers go, it’s about as subtle and ambiguous as, well, explaining away your protagonist’s entire psychology, motivation and every action by shooting her wee brother in the first five minutes!

Scripted by ITN political correspondent Tom Bradby from his own novel), Shadow Dancer is ponderous and thumpingly obvious.  When IRA bomber Collette is thwarted in her attempt to blow up the Tube she finds herself in a non-descript hotel being debriefed (steady now) by hard-bitten, world-weary MI5 spook Mac (the brilliant Clive Owen reminding us again he should’ve been Bond) who offers her a stark choice; spend the rest of her life in the Big House and lose her son or turn informer.  Having gone to great pains to make her a sympathetic terrorist bomber (dead wee brother, bomb wasn’t armed, felt so sad about murdering her Protestant boss for the IRA she went to his funeral), Bradby and Marsh have her return to Belfast as a reluctant turncoat, keeping tabs on the activities of her murderous brothers (Stuart from Queer As Folk and Ron Weasley’s brother).  But IRA interrogator/security man Kevin (the excellent David Wilmot) suspects she may be the grass who’s blowing operations and the conflicted Mac uncovers a wider conspiracy that suggests Collette has been set up as a sacrifice to distract from the search for a more highly placed mole, putting her right in the firing line.

Based on the evidence of Shadow Dancer, Bradby is a far better reporter than he is novelist or screenwriter while Marsh, director of the frankly over-rated Man On Wire, is arguably a better documentarian.  The performances are pretty decent, Riseborough and Brid Brennan jointly winning an award at this year’s Edinburgh International Film Festival for their performances as Collette and her mother, with both Owen and Wilmot quietly excellent while Gillian Anderson is on scene stealing form as Mac’s duplicitous ice queen boss but the film is glacially paced with far too many opaque, elliptical conversations between sour-faces in place of action.  That may have worked for Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy guys but Tom, you ain’t no Le Carre. 

The script strives for relevancy, to comment on the Troubles in the same way as Le Carre’s work comments on the Cold War but each plot twist is telegraphed, the revelation of the identity of the true grass is obvious (there’s only three suspects and two of them are quite horribly interrogated) and you’ll see the final plot twist coming a mile off (a cautious character constantly checks under their car for bombs, the one time they don’t check – boom! – they’re blown to Stranraer).  The film fails as a thriller; it simply doesn’t thrill.   Fatally however, the protagonist just isn’t sympathetic.  Collette isn’t particularly likable; she’s a terrorist and a killer who abandons her principles and ultimately betrays everyone around her (family, friends, handler, comrades) without the slightest regret in order to save her own skin.  Conversely, the diametrically opposed Mac and Kevin are far more sympathetic because they are true to themselves. 

When he recruits Collette, Mac promises to protect her and goes to extreme lengths to do so.  The icy, reptilian Kevin meanwhile suspects, rightly, that she is a traitor and is prepared to torture and murder to save the organisation he is loyal to.  Apart from the early Underground chase, the film’s other main stand-out scene occurs around the halfway point when Collette is taken to a derelict house to be interrogated by Kevin.  The scene is intense the almost genial Kevin questioning the guarded Collette.  He knows she’s a traitor, we know she’s a traitor; he just can’t prove it.  Later, as she leaves, Collette passes a room where Kevin’s assistant has put plastic sheeting down and waits with a gun for the go-ahead from Kevin to murder her.  When you prefer the IRA torturer threatening the heroine to the heroine herself, when you’re disappointed that she doesn’t take a double tap to the noggin and wind up dumped on wasteground wrapped in a shower curtain, alarm bells should start ringing.

Slow, grim and deliberate, one of the best things about Shadow Dancer is it was funded by the Beeb.  Which makes it easier to decide to save your money and wait for it to screen in its natural home on BBC2, probably later this year.    

David Watson

Directed by:
Written by:
Produced by:
Starring:
Genres:
Drama, Thriller
Language:
English
Runtime:
1 hour 41 minutes
Certificate:
15
Rating:
2/5
UK Cinema Release Date:
24th August 2012

No comments:

Post a Comment