Death in the streets, homes, parks and factories of Belfast. Alan Clarke’s drama – without character or narrative and shot in documentary style – is a shockingly frank depiction of the futility of sectarian murder.
Elephant is without question Alan Clarke’s bleakest film. Essentially a compilation of eighteen murders on the streets of Belfast, without explanatory narrative or characterisation and shot in a cold, dispassionate documentary style, the film succinctly captures the horror of sectarian killing.
The lack of narrative removes any scope for justification of the killings on religious, political or any other grounds and the matter-of-factness of Clarke’s approach debases the often-heroic portrayal – by all sides – of the individuals involved in sectarian murder. Moreover, Clarke’s use of a Steadicam to follow the killers before and during the murders casts the viewer as at best a willing voyeur, at worst an accomplice. After each killing, the camera dwells on the bodies slumped on floors or draped over desks for longer than is comfortable, forcing the viewer to confront the brutality of their deaths.
Filmed on location in Belfast and produced by future director Danny Boyle, Elephant was one of only two of the more than fifty dramas that Clarke directed which he is also credited with writing. The title comes from a quote by Irish writer Bernard MacLaverty who described the Troubles as like having an elephant in your living room, getting in the way of everything – but after a while you learn to live with it. —BFI screenonline
Alan Clarke (28 October 1935 – 24 July 1990) was a television and film director, producer and writer, born in Wallasey, Cheshire, England.
Most of Clarke’s output was for television rather than cinema, including work for the famous play strands The Wednesday Play and Play for Today. His subject matter tended towards social realism, especially with respect to deprived or oppressed communities.
As Rolinson’s book on Clarke details, between 1962 and 1966 Clarke directed several plays at The Questors Theatre in Ealing, London. Between 1967 and 1969 he directed various ITV productions including plays by Alun Owen (Shelter, George’s Room, Stella, Thief, Gareth), Edna O’Brien (Which Of These Two Ladies Is He Married To? and Nothing’s Ever Over) and Roy Minton (The Gentleman Caller, Goodnight Albert, Stand By Your Screen). He also worked on the series The Informer, The Gold Robbers and A Man Of Our Times (but not, as Sight and Sound once claimed, Big Breadwinner Hog). Clarke continued… read more
you guys clearly have not seen Angst. this film is mediocre. its scenes may be captivating, but they fail to have a purpose.
lol what an obnoxious comment. not only did you not get that the meaninglessness of the violence was the _whole point_, you also threw in some snobby little 'you clearly haven't seen ___'. angst and this have absolutely nothing in common. what are you even talking about? stop pontificating and watch some movies.
well I feel that film being redundant with each senario expressed nothing, other than there are different ways of killing people with a gun. Angst is one person's violence against random victims and he incessantly narrates why he does it. the films are not very similar though, that I can agree with you on. And don't get me wrong, I do not think this film is completely worthless. I just feel there isn't anything to decipher about it. Some one could have explained the film to me in a minute I would have gotten everything there is to get about it. Sex scenes in films have their purpose as does violence, and this to me is the equivalent of different, unnamed people having sex and nothing else. and if that explanation doesn't get some of my point across, then I guess it's a case of each to his own. amusing, but not for me.
What could have become a redundant exercise remains surprisingly compelling throughout the brief 40 minutes. When a scene changes, we know the inevitable outcome, but no two are the same and the way Clarke stages each one helps keep it interesting. The lack of dialogue heightens the tension as well as us basically "following" or "tracking" the incoming death at a mere 4 to 5 foot distance from the camera.
I watched Elephant on google video. It is a pointless film. The director is clearly visually talented, but I feel that his talents are put to waste in this art-house exercise. It would have actually… read review
I wrote the following for my grade 12 English class:
On Alan Clarke’s Elephant
Irish writer Bernard McLaverty once described the Troubles in North Ireland as “the elephant in our living… read review