Cleanskin
The
dictionary defines a cleanskin as “a person without a criminal record.” In director Hadi Hajaig’s tense new
Brit-thriller that’s Ash (Abhin Galeya), a homegrown terrorist unknown to the
security services.
When
an unscrupulous American arms dealer is the victim of a bloody assassination in
a London hotel and the suitcase full of Semtex he’s selling is stolen by the
killer, it’s up to grizzled, on-the-edge spook Ewan (Sean Bean) to get it back
before the streets run red with blood.
However, has he met his match in Ash, a young Islamic extremist,
radicalised at university, who’s operating completely under the radar to
orchestrate a series of suicide bombings around London?
Handsome,
charming and intelligent, Ash is totally committed to his cause, sewing semtex
into puffa jackets, allowing suicide bombers to get close to their targets
without raising suspicion. As his
bombs bring terror to the streets of London, Ash finds himself questioning the
path he’s embarked on when a chance meeting with old flame Kate (Tuppence
Middleton) rekindles their romance and offers him a last chance of
redemption. But Ewan is closing in
for the kill and Ash is determined to complete his mission whatever the cost…
A
taut, tense, bleak little thriller, Cleanskin has a pleasingly cynical, ‘70s
feel. While Sean Bean’s maverick
secret agent Ewan and his propensity to beat information out of suspects (how
many other mainstream films feature the protagonist punching a hooker in the
spine?) will no doubt invite comparison with 24’s Jack Bauer, he has a lot more in
common with Edward Woodward’s paranoid, conflicted Callan. Driven by bitterness and a desire for revenge, Ewan is in
over his head, unable to trust his smooth rookie partner (Tom Burke), and is
certainly being manipulated by his bloodless handler (Charlotte Rampling). He’s at the heart of a conspiracy he
can only dimly perceive and Bean makes the most of his strangely underwritten
role bringing a moral righteousness to Ewan’s uncomplicated character.
Galeya’s
Ash meanwhile is no cardboard cut-out raghead terrorist. He’s a complex, sympathetic character,
adrift in a society he no longer feels a part of. He’s a man without a country; he belongs nowhere. Seduced by charismatic preacher Nabil
(Peter Polycarpou) Ash is wholly committed to carrying out his suicide bombing
until he bumps into Kate completely by chance and then senses another way out
for himself. Galeya is very good,
maintaining the audience’s sympathy even as he’s directing a bombing campaign
that destroys Borough Market and turns that nice girl from Eastenders (an effective cameo by
Michelle Ryan) into jam. Despite
the terrible things he does, ultimately Ash is the most sympathetic and
well-rounded character in the film, the most human.
The
luminous Tuppence Middleton is wasted here in an underwritten role as Ash’s ex
while Fox and Rampling have little to do except be ominous but Polycarpou, an
actor you’re probably more familiar with from TV sitcoms, is excellent as the
friendly, jovial extremist Nabil, a man as likely to be talking football as he
is jihad. The film’s most
surprising and chilling turn however comes from Silas Carson’s Amin, an almost
demonic assassin sent to London to murder a former soldier by executing him
live on the Internet. Amin turns
up for ten minutes in the middle of the film then disappears again but Carson’s
performance brings a sub-zero chill that hangs over the film like a fog.
While
the film isn’t without it’s problems; it’s at least 15 minutes too long and the
plot is a little predictable, like a particularly gritty episode of Spooks, director/writer Hajaig (who
previously made the ambitious little horror movie Puritan) succeeds in humanising the
inhuman, in finding a sympathetic way to depict, without ever condoning or even
trying rationalise one man’s journey to extremism. Admirably even-handed and restrained, Cleanskin is a brutal, compelling
meditation on Britain’s War on Terror.
David Watson
Writer/Director
Hadi Hajaig
Starring
Sean Bean, Abhin Galeya, Tuppence Middleton, Charlotte Rampling, James
Fox, Peter Polycarpou, Michelle Ryan
Running time
107 minutes
Year
2012
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