Showing posts with label Benda Bilili. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Benda Bilili. Show all posts

Sunday, 4 March 2012

Benda Bilili!


Staff Benda Bilili were a sensational hit at international music festival WOMAD in 2010 and have scooped up world music prizes at festivals and shows across Europe. But their success did not come easily. Benda Bilili! charts their remarkable journey from homelessness on the streets of Kinshasa, Congo to the release of their first album and subsequent tour. What makes their journey still more remarkable is that the majority of the group are paraplegic.


Renault Barret and Florent de La Tullaye’s documentary charts the journey taken by the group from their rehearsals in Kinshasa zoo through the making of their album Tres Tres Fort, the recruitment of charismatic frontman Roger and their journey through Europe.

Originally conceived as a video-blog to accompany the record, the various setbacks and crisis’s which beset the project meant that the increasingly dramatic narrative and charismatic cast of characters demanded it be turned into a feature length release…

The film opens with the group living a hand-to-mouth existence in a cramped and ramshackle shelter. Struck with polio, many of them are crippled from the waist down: their withered limbs hang limp beneath their bodies. It’s immediately apparent, however, that their physical disabilities will not handicap them: the opening scene is a joyous dance by a smiling man carrying all his weight on his flip-flop clad hands. It’s an energetic opening and a masterful piece of editing – the audience is informed from the outset that this is a documentary which will see obstacles overcome by an inspiring cast.

Chief among these is Papa Ricky, band leader and surrogate father. He’s a thoroughly engaging presence. Gentle and sweet voiced, yet cynical and hard edged. His devotion to his band is absolute – at various points he puts them ahead of his family – but only as he sees the group as offering hope and salvation to so many. His family will hopefully benefit, too, from the ‘dough’ which eventually rolls in through royalties. He’s afforded respect by all those around him – perhaps due to the protective net he casts around those closest to him. When he is crossed by a ‘villager’ who stares at the camera crew, they are given a fearful tongue lashing. It’s a powerful and unexpected display of his personality and one the camera crew would have been delighted to have captured.

Despite the fatherly affections of Ricky, it’s clear that the members of Staff Benda Bilili are more than capable of self-sufficiency. Hand-pedalling around Kinshasa on their modified tricycles, they look like distant cousins of Dennis Hopper and Peter Fonda’s Easy Riders. Their resilience and ability to find joy in their difficult lives is truly inspirational. A wonderful illustration of this occurs at a ‘football’ match played between fellow polio sufferers. Unable to use their legs, they slalom around the dusty pitch on their hands, colliding at speed with one another yet demonstrating enormous skill. When a goal is scored with an acrobatic flying volley, a spontaneous pitch invasion occurs. It’s a lovely moment, as daily hardship is forgotten in an outpouring of unbridled joy.

In the main, Barret and de La Tullaye’s style is to remain as invisible as possible. They stay away from the action and offer little in the way of exposition. A brief voiceover explains their role as facilitators and financers, but, otherwise, they are not seen or heard. This hands-off approach serves the piece very well, as the inhabitants of Kinshasa are more than capable of making their thoughts and feelings known – and the action is more than capable of speaking for itself.

The directors do, sadly, take a couple of wrong turns. There are two scenes in the documentary which feel rather contrived. The first, a discussion of religion and the role of Adam and Eve in the creation of sin seems unlikely between the teenage protagonists and has a whiff of political agenda about it. Still more staged is a conversation between two youngsters about Europe. Although it contains some poetic ideas and imagery – not least comparing being stuck in Congo with being like caged birds – it jars badly. The film makes its point extremely eloquently without needing to resort to cheap (and obvious) fakery like this.

Letting the action speaks for itself certainly serves Barret and de La Tullaye well in the film’s most poignant scene. With the band away from home recording their album, their shelter burns to the ground. Nothing can be saved. Letting the stark truth linger as they record a phone-call between Ricky and his wife is understated filmmaking at its best. And Ricky’s stoic reaction is typical of a man with an utter conviction in the redemptive power of the music he creates.

The only other character who can rival Ricky in the charisma stakes is Roger. Discovered aged 12, he grows up on screen over the course of the five years it took to film Benda Bilili! and his journey is the most remarkable of all. He was discovered by the directors playing his santonge: an instrument devised by Roger himself, consisting of an empty tin can, a wooden handle and a guitar string. It’s capable of an amazing range of tones and Roger is a virtuoso at playing it. Charting Roger’s adolescence is arguably the filmmaker’s greatest achievement. The only time they refer back to the past is when they cut a scene of the 12-year-old Roger into later footage. It’s a brilliantly effective way of showing exactly how far he’s come from precocious child to Hendrix-aping frontman.

Having being filmed over such a long period of time, it’s possible to see and hear the maturing of Staff Benda Bilili very clearly. As well as Roger growing up in front of the camera, the band’s music improves noticeably over the length of the documentary. Their hilarious, perennially stoned and thoroughly uplifting journey into the unknown world of Europe is wonderfully documented and punctuated by powerful and polished performances in front of adoring crowds – and the Argentinean ambassador.

Benda Bilili! is a thoroughly uplifting documentary about an inspirational group of people who’ve transcended disability, poverty and hardship to triumph against the odds. It’s telling that this charismatic and charming group grabbed the attention of the directors from the outset and practically forced them to make this wonderful film. Filled with brilliant music and colourful characters, it’s a remarkable, life-affirming and uplifting.

Thursday, 22 December 2011

Films of 2011


I don’t get paid to review films. I get free DVDs, free festival passes and other occasional bonuses, but generally if i want to go to the cinema i have to pay. For this reason i don’t get chance to see everything and occasionally just can’t afford to get to the flicks. For this reason, my top ten films of the year can be selected only from those i’ve seen – meaning the likes of Hugo and Drive miss out. I’ll catch up on them asap and i’m sure i’ll review them in full then. As it is, here’s my favourite films to have received a UK release in 2011 (click the film’s title for my full review)...

Tyrannosaur
A stunning directorial debut from Paddy Considine. Tyrannosaur tackles difficult subject matter (alcoholism, domestic violence, religion) sensitively and powerfully and features astounding acting performances from stalwarts of British cinema Peter Mullan and Eddie Marsan. The real star, however, is Olivia Colman. She’s absolutely heartbreaking in the lead and deserves to win award after award. My film of the year without doubt.

Benda Bilili
A wonderful feel-good documentary about paraplegic Congolese musicians making records and touring Europe. Their journey is both touching and hilarious - and the star of the show is a Jimi Hendrix wannabe who entrances everyone he meets with he virtuouso displays on a self-made one-stringed guitar/biscuit tin!

Meek's Cutoff
I’m a sucker for a Western, but Kelly Reinhardt’s movie is quiet, calm and poetic – not traditional Wild West fare. The pictures really tell the story - the cinematography is amazing and many scenes are allowed to play out quietly and contemplatively. The ending is controversial - but i couldn't think of a better way to leave things.

The King’s Speech

Is there anything left to say? At its heart The King’s Speech is a bromance between two disparate characters which really ought not to work. It does thanks to the generous performance of Geoffrey Rush and Colin Firth’s steadfast refusal to go OTT in his portrayal of the stammering monarch-in-waiting.

127 Hours
Essentailly a one-man show where the audience already knows how it will end. Thankfully, Danny Boyle’s adrenaline pumped direction and James Franco’s mesmerising intensity ensure that 127 Hours flies by in what feels like 12.7 minutes.

La Quatro Volte
It’s virtually a silent movie about goat farming and making charcoal. I couldn’t care less. It’s amazing. One of the most beautiful films i’ve ever seen and a powerful reminder that the medium of cinema is not reliant on big budgets, clever scripts are star names. Stunning.

Kill List
A thoroughly uncomfortable film with echoes of The Wicker Man. It’s not without its flaws but it’s brave, uncompromising and brilliantly acted from all involved. A great character study studded with moments of graphic violence – and some moral dilemmas for the audience to puzzle over.

True Grit
It’s been a good year for the Western genre. Jeff Bridges is magnificent in the role initially played by John Wayne, the cinematography is wonderful and the supporting cast are uniformly excellent. The Coen brothers really are good at this kind of thing and anyone who enjoyed O Brother Where Art Thou? ought to enjoy this too.

The Guard
Like an 80s buddy/cop movie with the cheese removed and replaced with Brendan Gleeson’s politically incorrect, soft-hearted bastard of a policeman. No film made me laugh as loud or as often in 2011 and i refused to to write a full review as i’d rather just bask in its glory rather than try to analyse it. Brilliant, hilarious and strangely moving.

The Skin I Live In
Predictable and silly, but beautifully made and visually stunning. Antonio Banderas attempts to create the perfect woman to atone for his past failings – but things are not as they seem. Director Pedro Almodivar is in his element here and that sense of fun transmits itself easily to the audience.