Beauty… Okay, let’s talk film stars for a moment. So many beautiful women! As a teenager I fell in love with Helena Bonham Carter, as much for her passion as her beauty, and I still love her eccentricity.
(Wistful sigh… I will never grow weary of watching Twelfth Night. ‘O mistress mine, where are you roaming…’)
Rachael Weisz. Another beautiful English actress, extremely talented, and despite the earlier cuteness (The Mummy, Chain Reaction, Beautiful Creatures) – often deadly serious. To the point that I often avoid her films.
I caught the end of The Whistleblower recently, glad in a way that it was only the end. We like to think of ourselves as ‘The Good Guys’, elevated above the evils of war. It hurts to discover (or be reminded) that the system that represents us can be utterly inhumane.
Another film I have seen recently, twice indeed, is Taken. Liam Neeson as a retired secret agent quickly and easily cutting a path through the Parisian underworld of human trafficking to rescue his daughter. The French police sitting around doing nothing, just taking their cut.
It’s just a story… but that’s rather cruel of the writers. Human trafficking is a real problem, and creating a fiction where the police choose to allow it is surely a disservice to the real police (if they seem sometimes ineffectual, it is the government’s political will that needs to be questioned). The hero is able to run rings about the traffickers, which is profoundly unreal (I know, it’s just a film), and worse he walks off quietly into the sunset, so to speak, happy to have recovered his daughter… the human trafficking someone else’s problem.
I don’t know. It just feels like the writers are saying, ‘Human trafficking is real, and see! It’s horrendous! But that’s life, what can you do about it…’
They’ve created a fictional hero and given him a fictional victory, but they’ve also made a real victim out of the police that are on the front line.
There are already enough victims of that cruel trade.