separating the song from its leap into being
by Douglas Messerli
John Carney (screenwriter. composer
with Gary Clark, and director) Sing
Street / 2016
In the tradition of films like Billy Elliot, John Carney’s Sing Street focuses upon youthful
dissatisfaction and an attempt to escape the day-to-day difficulties of growing
up in a poor Irish community through art. Yet the central character in Sing Street, Conor Lalor (Ferdia
Walsh-Peelo) has it much better than did Billy, in part, obviously, because
creating a band is far more normative in his society than is studying ballet.
And prior to the sudden financial difficulties of the Lalor family, Conor
studied in a somewhat prestige institution. With the loss of family income,
Conor is pulled out of his old school and placed in a free state, Catholic-run
institution, Synge Street, the street evidentially named after the noted Irish
playwright.
With seemingly equal ease, and simply to
impress the slightly older girl Raphina (Lucy Boynton), who waits on a door
stoop near the school each day, Conor determines to start up a band,
determining to use the parentless Raphina in the video of their performance.
Pairing up with the
multi-instrumentalist Eamon (Mark McKenna), a local black migrant, Ngig (Percy
Chamuruka), and two younger musicians, the new band, playing on the street name
where their school stands, suddenly becomes Sing Street, at first playing 1980s
“covers.”
As Brendan hands his brother various
different kinds of records, the group morphs from the style of Duran Duran to
music influenced by The Cure, The Jam, Hall & Oates and Joe Jackson—the
multi-talented Carney inserting the originals in between the new creations
which he co-wrote with Gary Clark.
But that is, perhaps, all beside the
point. Carney has found a way to make musicals that work as counterpoint to
plot that are still quite charming and enjoyable; the middle-aged woman next to
me in the theater was outwardly weeping tears of joy and sympathy by the time
Rafina and Conor (now renamed Cosmo) boated off—hopefully—to England, with only
their god-given talents to offer in return for food and board. And I too
dropped a few tears.
In the men’s room, after, I asked the
now 16-year-old Ferdia Walsh-Peelo (only 14 at the time of shooting) what his
next film might be. “I don’t have one yet,” he replied, as his naturally
reddened Irish cheeks turned a bit more crimson, “but I hope to.” “You
certainly will,” I smiled back. Since then he has appeared in several films and
in the TV series of The Vikings. What I hadn’t know at the time was that
Walsh-Peelo had previously been a very successful boy soprano, playing in The
Magic Flute and as Miles in Benjamin’s Britten’s Turn of the Screw.
Los Angeles, April 20, 2016
Reprinted from World Cinema Review (April 2016).
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