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’12 Years a Slave’ Vividly Depicts Brutal True Story

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Shut up and play your violin—Plantation owner William Ford (Benedict Cumberbatch) and slave Solomon Northup (Chiwetel Ejiofor)

As Schindler’s List has shown, it is critically difficult to untangle the atrocities of history from the artistry of the director who attempts to bring them to the screen. Steven Spielberg’s much-lauded treatment of the Holocaust was flawed in both concept and execution, yet I would be lying if I said it didn’t, at times, leave me sobbing. Steve McQueen’s 12 Years A Slave is equally imperfect. But it is, like Schindler’s List, a necessary film.

Perversely, this film about America’s most terrible legacy is made mostly by foreigners. Its director is British (of West Indies descent), its leading man is a Londoner (of Nigerian extraction), and its main supporting actor is Irish (but German-born). Only screenwriter John Ridley (an African American from Milwaukee) and various smaller supporting roles draw from our local talent pool. Which is, I guess, apropos, when you consider the long history of denial our nation has maintained about the damages of slavery and the stain it has left on our shared history.

Based on the 1853 memoir of Solomon Northup, McQueen’s film chronicles how this free black man and talented violinist (Chiwetel Ejiofor) is fooled by two white men into traveling from New York to Washington D.C., where he is then kidnapped and sold into slavery. Stripped of his identity and viciously beaten into submission, he eventually becomes the property of a relatively benign plantation owner (Benedict Cumberbatch) who values him for his intellect. Unfortunately, Northup runs afoul of a sadistic overseer (Paul Dano) and must be sold for his own protection (and to repay a debt). This lands him with Edwin Epps (Michael Fassbender), who lords over his manor with a Bible in one hand and a whip in the other.

Northup becomes both a dehumanized witness to and unwilling participant in the extreme violence and bone-numbing physicality of slave culture, and through all the madness, he clings to his dignity. It’s an excruciating and inherently monotonous tale, and McQueen is blessed to have an actor like Ejiofor at its center. With but a glance, he can convey fear, cunning, remorse or agony. It is an intensely soulful performance that balances Northup’s instinct for survival against his fierce commitment to decency.

As a filmmaker, McQueen is no stranger to the humiliations of the flesh. His previous movies, Hunger and Shame, were compositional exercises in bodily agony, crafted with the unblinking yet aesthetic eye of a formalist. Here, he attempts to provide both historical and personal context and purpose to his craft, and only partially succeeds. While 12 Years A Slave deserves praise for its outstanding performances and urgent, unsentimental approach, McQueen can’t quite bridge the gap between his meticulously crafted images and the emotional nuances of his characters. The film gives us plenty of emotion, pain and anguish but little ambiguity or depth. Which, in its way, dehumanizes a story that seeks to confront dehumanization. McQueen imbues his film with undeniable artistry and intellectual rigor but startlingly little passion. You will be angered, horrified and moved by what you witness in 12 Years A Slave, but you may not be challenged.

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