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Shutter Island’s ending explained | David Cox

Forget Inception; Leonardo DiCaprio’s previous film, Martin Scorsese’s Shutter Island, confused just as many cinemagoers. David Cox investigates the curious history behind one of the more troubling conclusions in recent cinema

Warning: beyond this point, spoilers reign

Shutter Island is no impenetrable art-house enigma: it’s an old-fashioned noirish thriller that ends with a massive plot twist. As such, you might have thought it would have been easy to understand. In fact, since the film was released in March, the blogosphere’s been awash with debate about what actually happens in the final scene.

Martin Scorsese’s film is based on a best-selling novel by Dennis Lehane. The book’s protagonist, Teddy Daniels, who’s apparently a US marshal, turns out to be Andrew Laeddis, a demented killer. He’s a patient in a mental hospital who’s been encouraged by his psychiatrist to act out his delusion in the hope that this will dispel it. The role play fails: after a brief recovery, Andrew relapses into insanity and is therefore taken off to be lobotomised.

The film’s been described as faithful to the book, and many cinemagoers seem to have assumed that it’s telling the same story. Leonardo DiCaprio’s Teddy does indeed turn out to be Andrew. However, before he falls into the clutches of the lobotomists, he utters a line that isn’t in the book. “This place makes me wonder,” he asks, “which would be worse – to live as a monster, or to die as a good man?”

For some, this is to be seen as no more than the rambling of a madman. Others, however, take it as meaning that Andrew’s only faking his relapse. His unusual treatment’s made him aware of the terrible thing he’s done: guilt has therefore engulfed him, and he’s deliberately getting himself lobotomised to escape it.

These two versions of what the film means could hardly be more at odds. Yet Scorsese hasn’t chosen to indicate which is the right one. Nor has DiCaprio. Perhaps the latter isn’t sure himself. He found his role traumatising, and told an interviewer: “I remember saying to Marty, ‘I have no idea where I am or what I’m doing.’”

Lehane is credited as one of the film’s executive producers, so you might think he at least would know what’s going on. Sadly, even he doesn’t seem wholly certain: he explains that he stayed out of the scripting process. When pushed, he tries to reconcile DiCaprio’s gnomic inquiry with his own original story. “Personally, I think he has a momentary flash,” he suggests. “To me that’s all it is. It’s just one moment of sanity mixed in the midst of all the other delusions.”

As it happens, just how to end the film was much debated by those more directly involved. One of these was Scorsese’s psychiatric adviser, Professor James Gilligan of New York University. On a visit to the location where most of the film was shot, the now-abandoned Medfield state hospital in Massachusetts, I asked the professor what was really supposed to be happening. His answer was clear cut.

Andrew does indeed choose his fate. According to Gilligan, those cryptic last words mean: “I feel too guilty to go on living. I’m not going to actually commit suicide, but I’m going to vicariously commit suicide by handing myself over to these people who’re going to lobotomise me.” Gilligan says that people who kill others in the way Andrew has don’t realise what they’re doing at the time. If treatment returns them to their senses, guilt may then overwhelm them.

For Gilligan, the correct reading is important. Shutter Island is set in the 1950s. During that era, severe mental disturbances were often dealt with physically. In America, more than 40,000 patients were lobotomised over a 30-year period. However, progressives were pushing for the replacement of such methods by less ruinous remedies. Andrew’s doctor (played by Ben Kingsley) is one of these. His role-play experiment is a test case. If it works, non-invasive treatment will have proved itself. If it fails, the lobotomists’ position will be reinforced.

This debate shows some signs of being rekindled: growing understanding of brain physiology is reawakening interest in tinkering with its workings. Gilligan, however, is firmly opposed to this trend, and keen to see psychosocial treatments defended. Shutter Island the book shows such a treatment failing. The film, according to Gilligan, shows it succeeding, at least in dispelling delusion.

A second look at the film suggests that Gilligan’s reading must be right. In his final murmurings, DiCaprio is clearly trying to act as if he’s acting. After uttering that last line, he leaps up and strides purposefully into the midst of the waiting lobotomists; they don’t have to jump him. So why all the mystery? Why weren’t things just made a little bit clearer?

Perhaps we can guess. According to Gilligan, “Martin Scorsese said this film will make double the income because people will have to see it a second time to understand what happened the first time.” So Marty at least may have known what he was doing. Shutter Island has already become his highest-grossing picture to date.

• Shutter Island is available to buy on DVD & Blu-ray on August 2 from Paramount Home Entertainment. Watch a behind the scenes clip here.

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Clip joint: doors

Put your best foot forward as we take a stroll round the best doors on film with Kevin Holmes. After you …

Few bits of furniture are so rich in symbolic meaning as the door: it can be an opening or an exit, a beginning or an ending. It can protect and guard but also trap and imprison. It holds promise or danger, and often both. And, of course, cinema itself is a doorway, a threshold to another world where anything is possible.

An open door is an invitation, but once you walk through it your life can change forever. Take Karen in Goodfellas entering the Copacabana nightclub; she isn’t just entering the club, but Henry’s life too – it’s a classic portal.

As well as an opening doors can also be a barrier; a divider between home and the world. Hidden behind a locked door can lurk something nasty, something terrifying; an alien presence, even from within. The unseen slamming shut of a door can evoke tension, terror – and comedy. And yet, somehow, a door has never won an Academy Award. The words “cellar door” may be considered by a linguist as one of the most beautiful phrases in the English language, but in Donnie Darko it also represents a descent into darkness, into the basement of the mind.

A door is a temptation and revulsion all in one, which must be what makes it so attractive to the film-maker. So please, come inside, have a look around, but don’t forget to close the door on your way out.

1) At the end of the cyclone scene, Dorothy opens her front door and is transported from one world – Kansas – to Oz; from the real to the imagined. But it was also opening the door to cinema’s future: from sepia to Technicolor.

2) A doorway into another life through the side door of the Copacabana – set, appropriately, to the entire tune of And Then He Kissed Me by The Crystals. This long tracking shot not only seduces the viewer but reflects Henry’s seduction of Karen, too.

3) The blazing orange light from a UFO eloping through a living room door was the master image Steven Spielberg chose to sum up his entire film career.

4) A recurring motif throughout The Searchers is the open doorway; inside is the known, outside is the other. It’s the central conflict of John Wayne’s antihero. Where does he belong? In neither, probably. But this closing shot sees him about to enter the house, and pausing, before heading back into the wilderness.

5) Shelley Duvall finds safety behind a bathroom door in The Shining. But though doors can protect us from the horrors we don’t want to face, when that horror has an axe, the sanctuary can be short-lived.

Last week on Clip joint, swanstep saluted faces and scenes that have launched a thousand drips. Here are his top picks from your suggested clips featuring rain.

1) I’m feeling some pressure to include at least one truly popular choice on this list, lest this moment be twitter-scorned, or worse, lost forever like Rutger Hauer’s utterly splendid, improv/invention at the end of Blade Runner. (Sorry Tiffany’s, Cherbourg, and Casablanca.)

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In Days of Being Wild Wong Kar-Wai takes full advantage of the natural justification that rain affords for extremely short visual and aural focal lengths as a cop tries to comfort a disconsolate beauty (go 7:30 in).

3) Greatpoochini tempted me with Suspiria, but I settled on his choice of a bizarre, long dark afternoon of the soul that climaxes with Burt Lancaster hobbling past a rain-swept tennis court to a mildly comical doorstep deluge in The Swimmer (go 2m in).

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In Ozu’s Floating Weeds, Kamajuro cruelly berates and foreswears his lover and leading lady, Sumiko, from across a rain drenched street.

5) And this week’s winner is ExFi, who convincingly urged that Tarkovsky reigns in rain with this truly mind-expanding, heart-stunning omnibus clip. Is it possible that Tarkovsky, widely acclaimed as he always has been, is nonetheless still underrated as a film-maker relative to his evident achievements? That’s certainly what this compilation has me thinking.

Thanks also to steenbeck and AJBee for their picks, and to many others for discussions.

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New music: Beat Connection – In The Water

A true summer electro-pop gem, with handclaps and all, just as the sun deserts us

It’s hard to tell if summer is still upon us, or if it buggered off a few weeks ago having allowed us three whole days of sunshine. Either way, Seattle-based duo Beat Connection have managed to bottle some of it up and actually stitch it into the fabric of In The Water. Seagulls squawk melodiously during the intro and there’s much talk about water before the whole thing bursts into life, like the sun suddenly breaking through a grey cloud. There’s a great bit around the 1:50 mark where the handclaps (of course it’s got handclaps in it!) reach a crescendo and the chorus drops and you want to put on some Speedos, run out into the sea and frolic like you’ve never frolicked before. Naturally, it all ends with some steel drums, making this a shoe-in for the next Lilt commercial.

You can not only download In The Water but an entire 8-track EP is available for free from their Band Camp site.

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Let the right one win: a Let Me In/Let the Right One In trailer battle

Given Hollywood’s terrible remake record, are fears about the forthcoming adaptation of this Swedish vampire original justified?

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Everyone has their own favourite “bad remake” story. Some like the 1993 Sandra Bullock/Kiefer Sutherland remake of The Vanishing, which deserved to be retitled The Gormlessly Tacked-On Shovel Fight. Others preferred Roland Emmerich’s 1998 Godzilla reboot, where all the post-Hiroshima nuclear paranoia was replaced by Jay Kay of Jamiroquai berking around in a silly hat on the soundtrack. Then there’s the 2002 rehash of The Ring, where Samara climbs out of the TV set only to perform a razzle-dazzle version of I Am What I Am from La Cage aux Folles. The point is this: if you remake a foreign film into English, you’re asking for trouble.

Which explains a lot of the apprehension surrounding Let Me In, the forthcoming US adaptation of the acclaimed Swedish vampire movie Let The Right One In. The argument is that Let The Right One In was so original, so thought-provoking, so utterly insurmountable that it deserves to be left unmangled by Hollywood’s suspect machinations. But can Let Me In achieve the impossible? Can it actually top the movie it’s based on? It’s time for a side-by-side trailer comparison, using the international Let The Right One In trailer alongside the Let Me In trailer unveiled at Comic-Con last week.

Category 1 – Creepy kids

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Both Let The Right One In and Let Me In are essentially about creepy, haunted-looking children, but which version manages to be the most unsettling? The boy from Let Me In certainly has a lot of superficially creepy characteristics – the gaze, the pout, the plaster-adorned face – but it’s not beyond the reach of the imagination to see him one day becoming a Calvin Klein model. The Swedish boy, on the other hand, has The Haircut. This is a perfectly right-angled mullet, one part Mary Portas to 15 parts Dave Hill from Slade, and it’s possibly the single most terrifying aspect of Let The Right One In. In a film about infant vampires who eat people, that’s really saying something.

Winner: Let The Right One In

Category 2 – People falling out of buildings

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Both scenes share so much in common - snow, buildings, falling - that it’s hard to pick a winner here. However, where Let Me In’s falling sequence has superior lighting and clarity, the head in the bottom left of the original shot lends it a sinister quality that’s absent from the remake. Two-nil to the Swedes.

Winner: Let The Right One In

Category 3 – Burning beds

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Again, while Let Me In’s burning bed is shot from a visually interesting angle and contains proportionally more fire, the presence of actual human interaction in Let The Right One In makes the scene more immediate and relatable. However, simply because both films feature vampires who burst into flames when they come into contact with sunlight, as opposed to just twinkling a bit like those Twilight idiots, I’ll call this one a tie.

Winner: Draw

Category 4 – Big-lettered utensil namecheck

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Hammers are better than magnets. A much-needed reprieve for the Americans there.

Winner: Let Me In

Category 5 – Unique region-specific scary moment

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In Let Me In, a man in a freakish home-made binbag mask leaps out from behind a car seat to surprise and brutally murder the driver. Meanwhile Let The Right One In has a couple of women in horrible anoraks. To add insult to injury, one of them is literally wearing some fluffy earmuffs. Truly, Scandinavians understand the meaning of horror more than anyone else.

Winner: Let The Right One In

Result

Sorry, Let Me In – I make that 3-1 to the Swedes. You put up a valiant effort, but some films you just don’t mess with. I’m afraid we’ll just have to stick with the original on this one.

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Kanye West premieres new material at Facebook HQ

The rapper’s tabletop performance of his ‘poetry’ was enjoyed by the world’s leading social networking employees

Kanye West has posted a couple of clips that show him debuting new material in the unlikely setting of Facebook HQ. Wearing an dashing suit and standing on a table, West delivered a capella versions of Lost in the World/Chain Gang (above) and Mama’s Boyfriend (below) to a room full of cheering Facebook employees. “Many times in my life I’ve had to deal with moments of doubt,” West wrote on his blog, Kanyeuniversity.com, about the performance. “Your energy was a gift so electric, so genuine, that it really helped me give my best.”

One question: why Facebook?

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Toy Story 3 animates lifeless figures with biggest-ever Pixar debut

Disney’s previews-based triumphalism is misleading but Toy Story 3 is still set to net its makers a packet – and batter Shrek

The winner

“To infinity and beyond”: Buzz Lightyear’s well-worn catchphrase lends itself rather conveniently to reports of Toy Story 3’s UK box-office success. With an official debut of £21.19m, the franchise’s much-anticipated second sequel is the biggest-ever opening for an animated movie and has already surpassed the total gross of Pixar’s lowest-achieving hit Cars (£16.5m). According to Disney’s press release, Toy Story 3’s opening is 30% greater than its nearest animated rival and the second-biggest UK debut ever behind Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

Of course, it’s more complicated than that. Like many blockbuster openings, Toy Story 3’s impressive figures have been achieved with the help of previews, which in this instance took place on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday when kids were home from school and available for trips to the cinema. Strip out the £9.69m in previews and Toy Story 3’s opening weekend is reduced to a more earthly £11.49m.

For context, Shrek The Third opened with £16.67m – £10.33m excluding previews. The figures for Shrek 2 are £16.22m with previews and £10.61m without. In other words, comparing the Friday-to-Sunday portions of the grosses, Toy Story 3 – which benefited from higher ticket prices at 3D screens – opened just 8% ahead of Shrek 2. Including previews, Toy Story 3 is 27% ahead of the biggest Shrek debut.

Relative to previous Pixar openings, Toy Story 3 is comfortably the biggest whichever way you look at it. Including previews, the previous biggest debuts were achieved by The Incredibles (£9.75m) and Monsters, Inc (£9.20m). Not including previews, the top openings were for Toy Story 2 (£7.76m) and Finding Nemo (£7.38m). Pixar’s most recent film, Up, began life with £6.41m and no previews last October.

In the lifetime pantheon, Toy Story 3 is already breathing down the necks of Toy Story (£22.3m, not including its recent re-release in 3D), WALL-E (£22.9m) and Ratatouille (£24.8m). With more than £21m in the bank in just seven days, Woody and co’s latest outing is well placed to overtake Toy Story 2 (£44.3m total, not including the 3D re-release), thereby becoming the UK’s biggest-ever Pixar hit. Toy Story 3 has achieved more than £16m of its total so far at 3D screens, and a further £404,000 at 11 IMAX sites.

As for Disney’s claim that Toy Story 3 is the second-biggest debut of all time – discounting previews, that is far from the case. Quantum Of Solace opened without previews at a figure of £15.38m, nearly £4m ahead of Toy Story 3’s three-day number. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix debuted without previews at £16.49m in July 2007.

The stronghold

Three days before Inception’s release, director Christopher Nolan fretted to US magazine Entertainment Weekly about its commercial prospects. “It’s a real nail-biter,” he said. “I really want this to work for an audience.” Now, ten days into the film’s run, Nolan can stop biting those nails. Anyone who thought that Inception would prove too challenging for broader summer-blockbuster audiences, or that its grosses would quickly diminish after an initial burst from Nolan enthusiasts, has been proven wrong. With a decline of just 29% and a second weekend of £4.17m, Nolan’s mindbending narrative is proving a bona-fide hit with UK cinemagoers. That number doesn’t match up to the second weekend of big family hits such as Alice In Wonderland but it’s ahead of the second frame of Iron Man 2 (£3.21m) and even of Avatar (£3.83m) – although receipts on the latter were diminished over its second weekend by the closure of cinemas on Christmas Day. Inception has grossed £14.20m in ten days and is well on the way to a total north of £20m.

The toppling titans

With Shrek Forever After losing the bulk of its airtime on 3D screens to Toy Story 3, a big decline was inevitable. Falling by 71% on last weekend, DreamWorks’s hit sequel will now be grubbing around for its last remaining coin from families that have yet to catch it. Not that the studio or its distributor Paramount will be shedding too many tears: with £26.88m so far, Forever After is already the fifth biggest hit of the past 12 months behind Avatar, Alice In Wonderland, Up and The Twilight Saga: New Moon. Also suffering a hefty decline, with a 58% fall, was The Twilight Saga: Eclipse. Again, backers Summit and E1 will be content as with £25.64m so far the film is on target to become the biggest Twilight film to date, eclipsing New Moon’s overall total of £27.50m. It’s also the seventh-biggest hit of the past 12 months.

The arthouse battle

With Inception and Toy Story 3 both strongly appealing to upscale audiences, it’s a tough environment for arthouse films. Cerebral genre flick Splice is the top title in that market, entering the chart at number 9. The next three places are all occupied by French-language features – Leaving, Heartbreaker and The Concert – which continue their battle for specialist audiences. The weekend’s winner proved to be Leaving, which declined just 22% to move above Heartbreaker for the first time in its three weeks of release. Following her success in I’ve Loved You So Long, Kristin Scott Thomas confirms her commercial appeal in a sensitively presented French drama.

The loser(s)

Plunging out of the top 10 with a drop from sixth to 19th place, Killers was the biggest loser of the weekend. Its fall of 87% on the previous frame was partly due to a reduction in showing sites from 129 to 37, and it will struggle to hold even this paltry hand of venues going forward. Evidently, audience word-of-mouth has matched the hostile verdict of critics.

The weakest new entrant was children’s animation Jasper, Penguin Explorer, aka Jasper: Journey To The End Of The World. After the film played Saturday and Sunday matinees at only one regional cinema, its distributor would prefer its gross (£9) to be left out of this report. But it picked up reviews in a variety of outlets including the Daily Mirror, and has further regional bookings going forward, so we include it for reasons of comprehensive market reporting.

The future

Partly thanks to those hefty Toy Story 3 previews, the “weekend” overall is up 111% on the equivalent frame from 2009, when Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince topped the chart for the second time running and The Proposal was the top new title. The good news is set to continue with this week’s release of The Karate Kid and The A-Team, which are both pursuing aggressive preview strategies and are familiar to audiences from the hit 1984 film and the cult 1980s TV series respectively. After the dismal days of June, in which we were starved of strong releases by distributors convinced audiences would be glued to World Cup football, cinemas have bounced back in impressive fashion in July.

Top 10 films

1. Toy Story 3, £21,187,264 from 562 sites (New)
2. Inception, £4,172,568 from 456 sites. Total: £14,204,521
3. The Twilight Saga: Eclipse £1,436,792 from 505 sites. Total: £25,636,305
4. Shrek Forever After, £1,223,759 from 530 sites. Total: £26,878,721
5. The Rebound, £360,015 from 306 sites (New)
6. Predators, £305,424 from 354 sites. Total: £5,302,342
7. Khatta Meetha, £124,104 from 35 sites (New)
8. Get Him To The Greek, £119,424 from 195 sites. Total: £6,809,659
9. Splice, £110,225 from 91 sites (New)
10. Leaving, £39,409 from 33 sites. Total: £204,525

How the other openers did

Thillalangadi, 3 screens, £13,685
Baaria, 4 screens, £7,385
City Island, 17 screens, £6,936
My Night With Maud, 2 screens, £6,133
Ivul, 3 screens, £2,327
Jasper, Penguin Explorer, 1 screen, £9.

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Jon Savage on song: The Screamers – 122 Hours of Fear

Thanks to YouTube, this 70s synth-punk band who never released a record have finally found an audience

The clip begins with a frontal shot of a helicopter: the sound of its take-off bleeds into descending synthesiser notes. A caption comes up: “Screamers.” The second image to be seen is out of focus, a pink/brown blur against a sea green background. The ominous notes continue, with an abrasive synthesiser counter melody. Live drums come in, upping the tempo to manic punk.

The blur comes into focus: it’s the back of a spiky-haired head, jerking to the manic tempo then resting stock-still. The camera pans out while the music churns. Suddenly, it stops and the figure turns round: “Be quiet or be killed,” it screams, and you see the close up of a face contorted with fury and frustration. Ninety seconds in, the tension is broken and the song starts.

Taken from a headline in the Los Angeles Herald-Examiner about the hijacking of Luftansa flight 181 in 1977, 122 Hours of Fear is sung from the point of view of a hostage; a similar theme to R.A.F by Brian Eno and Snatch. This was, after all, the era of the famous shoot-outs at Entebbe and Mogadishu, where the hi-jackings of an Air France and a Lufthansa flight respectively made global news.

The Screamers’ singer, Tomata du Plenty, takes you right into the chilling scenario. His background in performance art gives him total control: his sculpted, swept-up 50s psycho hustler face keeps firmly within the camera position, lapsing from anger into stillness in the space of seconds. He is simultaneously within and outside the song: this is not arch, but conversely even more involving.

At 2:15 minutes, the camera pans out further, and you see the band. KK Barrett, a blond-haired drummer in a striped T-shirt, provides the visceral element, while two synthesiser players – Paul Roessler and Tommy Gear – encompass the stage moves that lie between willingness to please and total hostility. The camera pans back as du Plenty jack-knifes on to one knee.

There are several seconds of silence: “You’d better shut up and listen,” du Plenty yells and the furore starts again. The rest of the clip is more like a standard live run-through, with the musicians bobbing along with the rhythm, but at the end the camera returns to the singer, who stares at the lens with a gaze that runs from gurning speed psychosis to a certain, pained vulnerability.

This remarkable promo was shot at San Francisco’s Target Video in September 1978. Although they were inner circle members of the Los Angeles punk scene, the Screamers – like all of their peers – did not have a record deal. In fact, they never would, despite a heavily defined image, the vaunting ambition that they exhibited in interviews and the acres of press they attracted.

The Screamers were at the absolute cutting-edge of their time and place. There were other synth-punk groups, such as Suicide, Throbbing Gristle and the Normal, but they were based in New York and Europe, and were moving towards making slightly smoother, electro-pop records. Their nearest equivalent were the fabulously abrasive Metal Urbain from Paris.

There were other reasons for the lack of music industry interest. The era of mass synth success, of Soft Cell and the Human League, was at least three years away, and the confrontational nature of 122 Hours of Fear, (If I Can’t Have What I Want, I Don’t Want) Anything and Punish Or Be Damned was not likely to get punk-hostile record companies flocking.

Plenty of other Californian punk groups, such as the Germs, the Avengers and the Dils, were in the same boat, and they released classic independent 45s. But when I talked to the Screamers right after the Target video shoot, Tommy Gear summarily dismissed the whole idea: “What’s having a record? If I had a couple of thousand I could go out and make a record, what’s that? It’s nothing.”

The interview was strange. Consumed with the power of his concepts, Gear was extremely sarcastic, before deciding to relent just enough to show flickers of charm. Tomata du Plenty was dreamy and light, prone to gnomic epithets such as: “I think advertising is more exciting than the product most of the time.” KK Barrett was the voice of reason; well, somebody had to be.

I didn’t mind the barrage too much, having gone through far worse with Devo. It was expected then. But I thought that they were getting a little over-determined, especially when Gear started talking about the group in terms of the Monkees: “One thing we might want to do is to project ourselves as a video-projection instead of doing a performance. So we can get the money without having to be there.”

The Screamers kept on talking, having these fabulous ideas, while the world passed them by. As the first wave of the Los Angeles punk scene disintegrated around them, they held out for that perfect deal that never came. They never released a record, and disappeared into yellowing fanzine pages, decaying handbills and old VHS copies, an example of what might have been.

Until the advent of YouTube, that is. Type “the Screamers” into the search option and you’ll find an array of live and studio footage, including 122 Hours of Fear. The total hits for the clips add up to more than 100,000, which is probably 95,000 people more than ever saw or heard the group throughout their career. In the 21st century, the Screamers have finally found their audience.

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New music: Lauryn Hill – Repercussions

Is this leaked song an old unreleased track or a hint that the singer will finally release a follow up to her 1998 solo album?

Lauryn Hill has been away from music for far too long, so you can’t blame fans for getting excited about the unexpected arrival of a new song. The question is, is the track actually new or an unreleased recording from the late 1990s? Repercussion is a languid, introspective account of Hill’s life with lyrics recalling those on her 1998 album The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill: “I was born into this world, a little ditty baby girl … a racist world, now it’s a difficult process – the matter is of perception.” As it bears the hallmarks of her earlier work, fans are already speculating that it was a reject from The Miseducation … LP, while others suggest the recent confirmation that the singer will play the Rock the Bells tour in the US is a sign she’s about to release new material. Maybe our blog convinced her to up the work rate!

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Love Parade’s tragic final chapter | Joe Muggs

What’s remarkable about the disaster at this weekend’s techno festival in Germany is that it didn’t happen sooner

The deaths of 19 people in a crowd panic at Love Parade in Duisburg on the weekend was truly, nightmarishly awful. But what is really incredible is that it took uniquely bad organisation and policing decisions – expecting 1.5 million people to file through a single tunnel – for such a disaster to occur, and that in the previous 20 years the parade had actually gone without major incident.

I love techno, but attending Love Parade once, in Berlin in 1995, was enough for me. By that time it had already grown from a tiny protest/art happening that began in 1989 to a sea of a million gurning ravemonkeys in deely boppers surging through the streets in an undifferentiated mass, soundtracked by the thud of lowest common denominator German “Schranz” techno. There I witnessed the grim sight of ambulances trying to push through the crowd, surrounded by Day-Glo-clad idiots who, rather than moving aside, stood with bovine blankness, waving their glowsticks in time to the sound of the sirens.

It was vile, as far removed from the freedom and fun of acid house as one could imagine, and showed precisely why the mega-rave/superclub era of the 90s had to end, allowing dance music to return to its club roots, as indeed it would in the UK. But it was essentially trouble-free, and unless you have witnessed Germans raving, it’s difficult to comprehend how techno is so indelibly etched into the national psyche. Thus, despite various protests and enforced relocations, Love Parade continued to grow until it looked set to become a global fixture, resembling a more banal, mechanised version of the Notting Hill or Rio carnivals.

Techno and drugs will probably unfairly cop a lot of blame for this weekend’s horrors. Love Parade’s previous lack of incident has shown that even under the influence of dodgy Czech pills, human instinct for collective self-preservation is reassuringly strong. But it seems this is the end of Love Parade, and if it does result in a wider reassessment of huge dance events, maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing either. After all, underground music stays underground for a reason; show it off too publicly, bring too many people to the party, and the joyful inclusiveness of the dancefloor turns into something horribly mindless. This party should have ended a long time ago, but it’s a tragedy, in the truest sense of the word, that it had to end like this.

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Film Council axemen could murder an industry | Andrew Pulver

The government’s decision to shut down the UK Film Council is tragically naive. No other body will do a better job

It was nothing short of a hammer blow. This morning, word came through of John Woodward’s email to UK Film Council staff informing them that the government was planning to shut them down. Then the Department for Culture, Media and Sport (DCMS) confirmed it in a written statement at lunchtime. I was genuinely shocked. It felt like I’d nipped out for 10 minutes to get a pie and while I was out they closed the British film industry.

Reading the fine print is tricky. Can it really be the case that the Film Council will be killed, with nothing to take its place? The government has said that lottery funding of films will continue, but transferred to already existing organisations. (Who, exactly? The reason why the Film Council was created in the first place was that no one had proved competent in dealing with film industry funding in the past.) The British Film Institute was promoted with the phrase “strong relationship”, but the BFI was stripped of its production funding capability years ago, and was in any case preparing to merge with the Film Council. What’s happening there? And what about the Edinburgh and London film festivals, who have basically been directed and repositioned as part of a Film Council funding programme?

But first and foremost, what about the films? Are we seeing a return to the early 70s, when the sudden removal of US studio finance saw a catastrophic drop in the number of films made in the UK? What will happen to the films already in development and production that are reliant on Film Council money? The tabloid view of British film-makers may be of goateed beret-wearers sucking down cappuccinos in Soho, but the truth is every film is comparable to a three or four-year small business enterprise, with its own traumas of cash flow and income generation. If a large chunk of cash suddenly goes missing, the whole edifice will collapse. This decision could prove devastating to an entire generation of film-makers; for all its ups and downs, the Film Council has got involved with the likes of Armando Iannucci, Andrea Arnold, Lynne Ramsay, Peter Mullan, Sam Taylor-Wood, Kevin McDonald and Pawel Pawlikowski. How much credit the council can take for their film-making is up for debate, but it has at least functioned as the connective tissue between such disparate talents.

It’s also a tad ironic that this news comes as the Film Council has just been able to promote itself, and the British film industry as a whole, as exactly the kind of profit-generating outfit this government was supposed to like. It had also begun to feel like the wider industry had finally got used to its existence, and had stopped grumbling about the nature and scope of its funding decisions. (You suspect that any gatekeeping organisation would be subject to the same complaints of partiality.) Only the other day we had a meeting with a couple of senior Film Council executives who were positively messianic about their plans for trying to reinvigorate British cinema.

I can’t help feeling that this is a tragically naive decision by the government. I’ve spent a significant amount of my time as a Guardian film journalist reporting on the various attempts to disburse lottery funding, which began in the mid-1990s. To summarise: first it was directly administered by the Arts Council, on a project-by-project basis, in the same way as theatre shows or brass bands. This set=up was clearly inadequate– for keeping out both naive amateurs who wasted the money and smart operators who just ripped them off. In 1997 the franchise system was dreamed up. This meant established outfits would band together, offer a slate of projects, and be given a large amount of money. That system proved unwieldy and unworkable. It was quietly abandoned when the Film Council was set up in 2000 to operate like a mini studio, allowed to invest in big films (Gosford Park, The Constant Gardener) and also help out with small (Better Things, Red Road), as well as funding ancillary activities like the Independent Cinema Office, print and advertising assistance, and digital projection. The Film Council was essentially the most sophisticated method found so far to deal with the lottery money, and I simply don’t believe any existing body will do a better job.

Of course, there will be many quiet sniggers of satisfaction at today’s news in various parts of the film industry, though anyone with any sense will know that financial stability is vital for a healthy industry and that financial chaos doesn’t help anyone. I can’t help recalling the last cataclysm to hit the British film industry, the closure of FilmFour in 2002– though that was a commercial rather than a political decision. If there’s any comfort to be taken, it’s that Channel 4’s film unit went through terrible times, but eventually re-emerged triumphant, with Slumdog Millionaire et al. British films will still get made; some will be great, and some terrible. But destroying the Film Council isn’t helping anybody.

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