Thursday, October 20, 2011

“Is nowhere full of geniuses? Because I probably belong there.”

Because I really would like every spare moment of my life to be spent inside an indie movie theatre, I popped back into the Labia after my last class of the year last night.

I had no notion of what was playing, and when I saw the title Nowhere Boy, “Nowhere Man” by the Beatles popped into my head. I thought I was probably making an incorrect association; I’ve been hearing a lot about Viva Riva, for instance, which is a crime drama about Angola. There’s also a documentary about Robert Mugabe on circuit, which I really must see. (Also, even reading the description for The First Grader, which is about a Kenyan man in his 80s who decided to complete school from where he left off, makes me a little teary-eyed. Will go back for that one soon!) I thought this film would be about a contemporary social issue on the African continent…

But it WAS about John Lennon’s adolescence in Liverpool, and my ticket bought itself!

Look, I am a sucker for rock-n-roll biopics. Control and Walk the Line come immediately to mind. But Nowhere Boy didn’t try to sum up Lennon’s entire life in two hours, or try to tie every conflict that came with fame to one dramatic scene from childhood (which one of my favourite blogs is hard on Ray for.)

Nowhere Boy was an in-depth look at Lennon’s early life, introduction to rock, and family tensions. It was pitch-perfect and beautifully shot, and I was very quickly emotionally invested.

I remember reading an interview with a young adult author once where something was said to the effect of, “You just can’t love teenagers enough. They always need so much more than anyone can give.” I wish I could remember where I got that—any ideas?

I may be a disloyal Beatles fan, but I wished I could tell that angst-ridden boy on screen that he will have adventures, he will prove his worth through music, and he will be loved. This song alone should be testament to that. Oh Yoko!

I also felt the urge to hug 15-year-old Paul McCartney 843957293485798 billion times during this movie. (But George Harrison is now and forever my favourite Beatle. And no Richard Starkey in this movie—where DID they pick that guy up?)

Love, love, love.

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