HITS FROM THE ARCHIVE #2: KILL LIST
Some genres, like crime and horror, have a relationship so symbiotic they intertwine like helical strands in cinema's DNA. Common cinematographic elements like low-key lighting and asymmetrical compositions have their origins in German Expressionism, a movement that shone chiaroscuro light on the macabre and the subaltern. There's a common patrimony for existential themes and oneiric logic in Franz Kafka's magic realism. The publication in 1978 of William Hjortsberg's novel Falling Angel saw a more reflexive blurring of stylistic boundaries, paving the way for a Satanic supervillain like Keyser Soze to invest Bryan Singer's crime film The Usual Suspects with Gothic menace.
Like Angel Heart, Alan Parker's 1987 adaptation of Hjortsberg's novel, the 2011 British thriller Kill List has its protagonist increasingly unhinged as he's drawn under the influence of dark conspiratorial forces. But director Ben Wheatley goes beyond noir pastiche in his pan-generical approach, rendering army veterans turned contract killers with contemporary verisimilitude. This stylistic conglomeration isn't a Loach-noir mash-up, nor a period piece as effective as Hjortsberg's rendering of the tropes and cadences of Raymond Chandler, but a strong contemporary story, stylistically multi-layered yet unified in effect. The film achieves a rare claustrophobic power for aligning social realism with a philosophical core of horror usually neglected in favour of genre conventions like giant monsters, sexy vampires or the ubiquitous living dead.
Neil Maskell's portrayal of hit man Jay builds on a menacing
persona he started fashioning with Wheatley in the BBC comedy series The
Wrong Door and further developed in Nick Love's The Football
Factory (2004). In the great cinematic tradition of the baby-faced
psycho, his boyish features act as a palimpsest for wounded expression,
something prematurely aged and fractured lurking behind the eyes. (His
portrayal of Arby in Dennis Kelly's conspiracy theory TV series Utopia is
like a combination of Jay and a lobotomised office worker character from The
Wrong Door. Another great character, but Maskell's in serious danger of
being forever typecast as the psychotic hitman if he isn't careful.)
The film opens with Jay in the middle of a vicious dispute with his wife Shel
(MyAnna Buring, an alumna of The Wrong Door). He's been unemployed
for eight months and the family (Jay, Shel and son Sam) has gone through their
savings. He says he's got a bad back; she says it's all in his mind. He could
be any male provider in recession-hit Britain: worried about his occupational
limbo and impending destitution, increasingly alienated from his family - a
source of pressure as much love and support for him. His best friend and
business partner Gal (Michael Smiley), a fellow Iraq War veteran, comes to
dinner one night with new girlfriend Fiona (Emma Fryer) who's been told they're
travelling salesmen. Shel, also ex-army, is the manager of what's really a
contract killing operation. Their last failed mission in Kiev has sent Jay into
a spiral of depression, probably the real cause of his job shyness. We never
learn what happened there, but there are suggestions a child was killed.
Jay is persuaded to return to work, but not without one last defiant outburst. As a response to Shel and Gal's jibes about his negligence of filial duty, he overturns his still food-laden plate on the dinner table and pulls the table cloth out with a sarcastic "Abracadabra!" Its childishly off-hand, almost unconscious aggression; a frightening revelation of Jay's mental instability. He's like a puppet of his own emotions.
Their new client (Struan Rodger) knows about the Kiev mission and insists on sealing the contract with his and Jay's blood. Gal suspects they've been working for their new employers for some time under different guises when he discovers files in the homes of the hit targets containing information about their activities. There's an unreal contrast between the anonymity of the settings in which they go about their work and the targets' puzzling familiarity with Jay. All of them seem to welcome their deaths and thank Jay for the honour of being dispatched by him.
These plot details create an atmosphere that unsettles
exponentially, an affect complemented by Laurie Rose's cinematography; as
hyperreal and skewed a perspective on Britain's urban and rural environments as
the work of Rob Hardy, Igor Martinovic and David Higgs for the Red
Riding trilogy. Deserted suburban landscapes, wind energy props lazily
spinning, evoke Michelangelo Antonioni's cinema of alienation. A rainbow's arc
spans the screen, radiating surreal menace. Wheatley incorporates other
semiotics that act as clues to occult conspiracy, just as author Ira Levin and
director Roman Polanski used the contemporary detail of the 1966 Time magazine
'Is God Dead?' cover in a doctor's waiting room to suggest a wider anomic
milieu in Rosemary's Baby. In Kill List, there are
intertitles for each of the hit targets - The Priest, The Librarian, The MP -
that conjure up social archetypes and the nomenclature of Tarot cards.
Aleister Crowley and Dennis Wheatley are often referenced when the film enters
weird fiction territory, but there are more contemporary parallels. Horror
writer Ramsey Campbell's black magic realism similarly encompasses paranoid
schizophrenic revenge killers (The Face That Must Die, The Count
of Eleven), evil cults (The Parasite, The Nameless)
and subliminal connections between urban decay and the
supernatural. British genre filmmaker Philip Ridley's Heartless (2009)
set out with a promisingly Campbellian mise en scene (the
orange glare of sodium street illumination, graffiti-lined underpasses,
nightmarish figures half-glimpsed in the windows of abandoned houses). But
Ridley's preference for the played out trope of the Faustian bargain, territory
better handled by Hjortsberg and Parker, felt like a betrayal of promise. Kill
List is the most effectively Lovecraftian British film since Clive
Barker's Hellraiser. Its hand-held realism reflects the
assimilation of the American writer's documentary technique in the Blair
Witch Project/Cloverdale/Quarantine/Apollo 18 'found
footage' tradition. Its lingering connotative tension has a match in the
atmospheric density that Campbell achieves in prose.
In his cultural survey Danse Macabre, Stephen
King categorised H. P. Lovecraft as a writer of 'outside' horror': his
mythopoetic pantheon of demonic Old Ones are vast, pan-dimensional beings,
capable of destroying the human race in the fulfillment of some obscure agenda
with far greater ease than we annihilate other terrestrial species in the
pursuit of our interests. This tradition taps into fears of the unknown that
are as old as the religious impulse itself. King contrasts this with the
'inside' horror of aberrant psychology as explored in the works of Thomas
Harris; a literary sub-genre that stretches from Robert Bloch's Psycho to
James Hogg's The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner.
'Outside horror', in King's reading, deals with externalities over which the
characters have no control and therefore needn't feel any complicity. 'Inside
horror' deals more with moral issues of free will, the choice of evil over
good.
King has incorporated cosmic horror elements effectively in his own fiction,
notably in 'The Mist' and It, but his Providence idol's oeuvre
isn't suited for this critical dichotomy. Lovecraft wasn't just a fantasist,
but also a 'deterministic materialist' whose grim universal stance was informed
by evolutionary theory and space-time relativity. His protagonists don't just
experience their horrors in the form of some transcendental Kantian Sublime, as
Bradley Will has it, but realise them immanently as well, as Gilles Deleuze
knew. For Lovecraft there is no clear separation between inside and outside,
between subjective will and objective reality; they're attributes of the same
materiality, its ultimate nature unknowable and utterly alien.
The cult that manipulates Jay and Gal is either peopled by deluded adherents of
a sociopathological neo-pagan groupthink or that belief system is real within
the film's fictional borders. Jay's character is a dualistic synecdoche for
political or supernatural influences. His exponential mental destabilisation
can symbolise a parallax diffusion of power and violence, one of multidirectional
volition and shifting agency, as well as a paranormal traversal of
ontology.
In Lovecraft and Campbell's fiction, supernatural force is more often than not
intimated; the reader senses its influence in the description of setting or
character behaviour rather than manifested in action. The only significantly
magical element depicted in Kill List is the occult symbol
that appears with the film's opening credits and drawn by one of the characters
on the back of Jay's bathroom mirror. Nevertheless, there's a cosmic menace.
Jay may be cracking up from a combination of psychological factors: lingering
damage from wartime experience; whatever happened on the Kiev mission;
financial pressures. But what manner of gateway is that symbol's harsh geometry
intended to unlock?
Wheatley's bold lack of exposition allows the viewer to experience the
characters' perspective and something of their predicament, pulled along by the
undertow of circumstance and conspiratorial machination. Kill List's
eerie sound design enhances this effect; there are moments of aural dislocation
that recall another Warp Films production, Shane Meadows' Dead Man's
Shoes. Sound keeps the film's vertiginous shifts in genre seamless, its
tonal momentum organic. One of the recurrent motifs in Jim Williams' score is
atonal whistling: a potent signifier of psychosis. For horror fans, its
spookily evocative of the mad piping made by the acolytes of Azathoth, the
blind idiot god - Lovecraft's metaphor for the random forces of evolution.
Supernatural horror and political metaphor fuse in Kill List against
a background of economic catastrophe, fertile ground for what Slavoj Žižek
calls the 'parallax nature of violence.' In his Living in the End Times,
the Czech philosopher argues "an economic crisis which causes devastation
is experienced as uncontrollable quasi-natural power, but it should be
experienced as violence." The GFC spreads waves of its own mutating
brutality, just as an avalanche of social and political repercussions saw the
Great Depression transform into World War Two. This metamorphosing energy can
manifest in directionless criminal activity like the 2011 London summer riots.
Or entrepreneurial offshoots of the shadow economy like Jay, Gal and Shel's
contract execution business. Human resources specialist Fiona, a paragon of the
official economy and all its bureaucratic dissemblance, tells them there's a
lot of "dirty work" to be done in a recession. Gal jokingly calls her
a "hatchet man", but she assures them there's nothing personal in her
duties when out 'de-forcing'. Jay asserts it is nothing but personal for the
families of the employees whose jobs she terminates. The fear of unemployment
is raw for him, a personal abyss he doesn't dare stare into.
Jay's gradual absorption into a conspiracy of violence - his
agency undermined by forces both seen and unseen - recalls the fate of Warren
Beatty's investigative reporter in The Parallax View. The symbolic
centrepiece of Alan J. Pakula's 1973 political thriller was a short film the
undercover reporter has to watch as part of his training to become a corporate
hitman. A semiotic montage of still photography and comic book panels depicts
cycles of oppression and heroic vengeance. In a feat of symbolic paranoia
beautifully reflective of the movie's fractious time, this film within a film
is a psychic map of America: a deterritorialised maze of violent, ego-driven
impulses. Hideous snuff pornography discovered in The Librarian's lock up seems
intended to engineer a psychotic reaction in Jay. Gal has to look away, but Jay
is transfixed, his tortured features twisting in the monitor's reflected light.
He goes off-list to target the video's producers, triggered into action by a
violent collective hatred of those who would disseminate such detestable
material. There's a transition from helpless depression during his period of
unemployment to increasingly unhinged retributive agency as working hitman. He justifies
the act to Gal as rough social justice; but does he also need to redirect
perverse feelings the video has provoked?
Camped out on the MP's estate as they prepare for their final hit, Jay sounds
genuinely forlorn when he tells Gal he doesn't understand where the anger
inside him comes from. Its a scene that registers as political metaphor for the
internalisation of parallax violence, invisible until seen from the proper
vantage point. It's also a signpost for the film's supernatural undercurrents,
foreshadowed by the unsettling juxtaposition of childhood reverie and
slow-motion flames as Jay and Gal dispose of the pornographers' remains.
Casual political conversation during the dinner party implies a wider nexus of
moral decay, of social progress set in reverse. In a discussion about the
recession and 'de-forcing', Jay raises the Nazi regime's readiness to eliminate
'extraneous' social elements, foreshadowing his rationalisation of off-list
activity. His isolation may be palpable, but in no way do we feel his are
isolated views. Every parent can sympathise a little with his expressed desire
to exterminate all child molesters. But there's phenomena conveyed within such
a statement that offend liberal conscience: the 'taking out the trash' argument
of right-wing vigilantism, the race-to-the-bottom moral posturing that passes
for political debate by shock jocks or the virulent bigotry often visible in
internet commentary; what sociologists call the online disinhibition effect in
overdrive. A pervading sense emerges of a dystopian polity on the rise, poised
to grant utilitarian equivalence to Jay and Gal's execution service and the
death squads of police states.
The Nazi reference also evokes, within the film's wider thematic structure, a
mythology that evolved in the latter half of the twentieth century around the
Third Reich's fusion of totalitarianism and the occult. First disseminated in
Jacques Bergier and Louis Pauwel's The Morning of the Magicians,
it's a popular trope in James Herbert's novel The Spear,
Campbell's The Parasite and Spielberg and Lucas' Raiders
of the Lost Ark. Politico-occult evocations reach their zenith in the pagan
ceremony Jay and Gal discover on the MPs estate. The ritualistic hanging of a
young woman dressed in pound notes carries echoes of the Californian occult
site of Bohemian Grove, that obsession of radio host Alex Jones. For him the
yearly gathering for the Sacrifice of Dull Care is a Luciferian ceremony,
symbolising the freedom of political and financial elites from social
conscience.
The worldwide web's viral spiral amplifies a millenarian zeitgeist. The
end-of-the-world scenario of Lars Von Trier's Melancholia (another
cinematic highlight of 2011) reflected hysteria generated by Internet doomsday
groups around Earth's orbital rendezvous with Planet X/Nibiru and the
significance of December 21, 2012 in the Mayan calendar. Paranoid conspiracy
theories about the Illuminati seem to underline Kill List's
intimations of a corrupt elite exerting demonic control over an atomised
society.
Melancholia had its own transgression of outside and inside
boundaries: Justine's misanthropic depression finds its wish-fulfillment in the
titular planet's collision course with Earth. Apocalyptic denouement unfolded
at a measured pace, the relativistic scale of cosmological force looming over
family drama. Kill List's speedier narrative pacing and jump-cut
editing suit an even darker eschatology. Psychological desolation hurtling
through a serrated continuum of cinematic time. A nightmare plunge into a
moral void something like Michel Houellebecq's crystallisation of Lovecraft's
vision: the delineation of "universal laws of egoism and malice."
Wheatley, in writing and editing partnership with wife Amy
Jump, is a filmmaker with considerable skill in being able to pull at several
different affective strings in his viewer at once. It's this emotional
dimensionality, exemplified in character ambiguity and wry humour, that keeps a
bleak film like Kill List from being as dispiriting as the
preceding exegesis might suggest. Jay and Gal may be a couple of murderous
thugs, but they're also funny guys and as affectionate as their damaged psyches
allow.
Canny musical choice is also integral to this director's method. Wheatley's
cult cool credentials were boosted by the use of classic krautrock as
extra-diegetic music in his next film Sightseers (the opening
bars of Neu!'s 'Lieber Hoenig' as repeated motif and a kind of theme tune for
one of the characters is an appealingly strange touch). Frankie Goes to
Hollywood's 'The Power of Love' was used in a crucial moment with obvious
ironic intent, but there's the hint of a romantic sensibility behind the
jest.
Joan Armatrading's 'It Could Have Been Better' plays on Kill List's
soundtrack when Jay and Shel attempt to reconnect after the dinner
party's ructions. It's an emotional ballad suitable for a film that up to this
point has been a form of domestic drama. But this scene represents more than
just a lull in marital conflict and the song takes on a powerful elegiac
quality. It's a lament for England's social contract (a major theme as Wheatley
and cast have emphasised) and for all its post-traumatic stress disordered war
veterans and economic refugees. A moment of fragile, shared empathy,
illuminating the movie's darkening psychological terrain with almost Gnostic
intensity.
(C) JONATHON KROMKA 2013
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