Posted at Big O May 30, 2012 – 4:38 pm
Kevin MacDonald’s documentary, Marley (2012), gives new
insight into both the man and his music. It shows what an awe-inspiring
man Bob Marley was – a powerfully unique spirit and an exceptionally
charismatic and talented person, who was ignited by an unquenchable
desire to create music and change the world. Kim Nicolini reviews for Big O.
Following the trajectory of a cinematic biopic, the new documentary
Marley is organized as a straightforward biography, starting with Bob’s
birth and ending with his death [Bob Marley died in 1981 at the age of
36.]. But the movie is so much more than a linear story of one man’s
life and music. Its 144 minutes expand the standard genre and end up
being a kind of resurrection of Marley’s spirit. The movie itself
becomes as captivating and inspiring as Marley’s music.
Directed by Kevin MacDonald, whose political inclinations and
creative eye can be seen in The Last King of Scotland (the impeccably
filmed story of Idi Amin), Marley is shot and assembled beautifully.
Compiled from contemporary interviews and archival footage, the film
isn’t just a messy hodgepodge of material with a bunch of talking heads
thrown in for the delivery of factoids.
Rather, the film is assembled to be a thing of beauty itself, evoking
the spirit of Bob Marley in both form and content. Contemporary
interview material includes reggae musicians Jimmy Cliff and Bunny
Wailer; Jamaican ska/reggae guru Lee Scratch Perry; Marley’s wife and
backup singer Rita Marley; two of Marley’s children – Ziggy and Cedella;
the former Miss World and one of Bob Marley’s many girlfriends – Cindy
Breakspeare; and various music industry people and friends.
All the interview footage is shot with attention to aesthetics and to
highlight the individuals’ personalities. The interview subjects are
not your standard talking heads. They are situated in environments,
colors and compositions that show the emotional and internal landscape
of the people being interviewed and their personal relationship to Bob
Marley.
The cinematography evokes an emotional landscape which resurrects the
spirit of Marley through the hearts of the people talking about him and
enhances our perception of Marley the man. Instead of just providing
the sort of information about Marley that one can easily find on the
internet, the way the people are filmed allows us to see and experience
the man through their eyes and adds to the film’s sense that we really
are spending 144 minutes with this man even though he is long dead and
gone. It’s almost like he’s there in the room with the people talking.
For example, as daughter Cedella is filmed with her body taut like a
coiled wire in a stiff backed chair in a dark room, we are able to feel
the claustrophobia of her bitterness and emotional baggage, her
resentment over her father’s absence from her life, and the lid she has
clamped down on her sense of abandonment and pain over the loss of her
father.
On the other hand, Rita Marley bursts onto the screen in a riot of
color and enthusiasm. The sun shines behind her. She is a glowing spirit
of light and color, giving us the portrait of a woman whose spirit got
her through the best of times and the worst of times. She was wife,
backup singer, and Rasta Woman, but also paid witness to Marley’s
infidelities with other women. Yet she stood by him because she had
complete faith in his art.
Marley had 11 children by seven different women. All of this is
revealed through interviews spliced between archival footage. Certainly
Cedella shows one side of this story, but with the legacy of Marley’s
music and the change that it affected in the world, it is hard to judge
him. “Judge Not” as he says in that first song at age 16. And the film
asks us to “judge not” as well.
Bunny Wailer and Jimmy Cliff have no end of stories about Marley.
They are situated center frame, speaking as the musicians they are. When
they recall their stories about Marley, we feel as if we are with the
man himself as they scratch out songs at dawn, kick a soccer ball on a
field together, or gather for political discussions at Marley’s house in
Jamaica.
Both musicians came from the trenches with Bob, and they have plenty
of personal stories to tell about the evolution of Marley and his music.
As they tell the stories, we really feel like Marley is with them as
they evoke Bob’s spirit by making their tales so personal and full of
life.
Bob Marley was a man whose
drive to create and spread his art and voice through music was so
powerful that he pumped it out of himself at full speed for his whole
(and much too short) adult life. Even when his entire body was being
eaten away with cancer, he got up on stage and poured every inch of his
being into his songs and his performances.
The documentary gives new insight into both the man and his music. It
shows us what an awe-inspiring man Bob Marley was – a powerfully unique
spirit and an exceptionally charismatic and talented person, who was
ignited by an unquenchable desire to create music and change the world.
He was a man whose drive to create and spread his art and voice through
music was so powerful that he pumped it out of himself at full speed for
his whole (and much too short) adult life.
Even when his entire body was being eaten away with cancer, he got up
on stage and poured every inch of his being into his songs and his
performances. He was a man whose music not only inspired political
change and revolt, but whose legacy has continued to ignite freedom of
the human spirit across cultures, races, and countries ever since. A man
who sung his way out of the Jamaican ghetto, Marley poured his own
personal conflicts and experience of racial and economic inequality into
music that became universal cries for freedom and love.
It is pretty damn hard not to like Bob Marley’s music and, after
watching this documentary, it’s pretty damn hard not to stand in awe of
this man who is one of those rare spirits who lands in the world, lives
too short, and gives us so much to make our lives better. I am a firm
believer that in this world that that seems to be on a head-on collision
with the apocalypse, we have to embrace the good that humans have to
offer.
Good for me comes in the form of creative expression – music, art,
poetry. Bob Marley’s creative voice was a gift that changed so many
people’s lives, whether providing respite in the form of some sweet
music to dance to or inspiring people to revolt against the forces of
racial oppression. There are few musicians who had the spiritual and
political aura and the ability to incite change through music that
Marley had.
The film talks about how Marley was born mixed race, the son of a
white man (Norval Sinclair Marley) who abandoned him at birth and a
black Afro-Jamaican (Cedella Booker) who moved Marley to the slums of
Kingston, Jamaica when he was a young boy. Trenchtown is the name of the
neighborhood where Marley grew up, and it is poor as poor gets.
Yet it is also the birthplace, the core, and the very heartbeat of
reggae music. Bob started playing music when he was dirt poor in
Trenchtown, and he stayed dirt poor for a good long time before he
finally became successful. He moved from an unsuccessful solo act to a
“band” with the Wailers, creating his own record label with the help of
Lee Scratch Perry to fight the stranglehold Trojan Records had on ska
and reggae.
In classic record industry exploitation of disenfranchised musicians
(see American “roots music” for another example), the record executives
were making the money while the musicians were making the music and not
seeing any of the economic returns. Marley and his group changed that by
making their own label, acting on the sentiment of resistance and
empowerment that lies at the core of so many of his songs. Later they
would move onto other labels, but early in his career the way Marley
produced music was an act of rebellion.
Through Jimmy Cliff and Bunny Wailer, we also learn about the roots
of ska music and the evolution of ska to reggae. First they talk about
how ska had a different rhythmic structure than doo-wop and soul, with
stress on the offbeat. Then they explain how reggae evolved from the
change of the sound of the guitar, how it was an accidental change of
guitar rhythm (from a tape loop playing over itself), creating a double
stroke on the strings – cha-ching, cha-ching – rather than a single.
This is the kind of information about the creative process that makes
music documentaries like Marley rewarding for artists like myself.
Cliff, Wailer, Lee Scratch Perry and Marley’s London record producer
Chris Blackwell also deliver quite a bit of information on the evolution
of the Reggae sound and Marley’s music. It didn’t just start as the
“One Love” sound we hear today. It was an evolution over time, a result
of process, sound manipulation, and just plain accidents.
Marley cut his first single “Judge Not” at age 16, and that song
contains so many things that Marley would follow through with as his
career matured – the plight for equality, the drum and bass rhythm that
is the signature backbone of reggae, and an infective spirit to lift our
hearts and our voices and embrace life against all odds.
That first Marley song was “ska” – the “pre-reggae” music that
dominated Kingston before the distinctive reggae sound was accidentally
found in the studio one day. The low cost production values combined
with Marley’s young bursting enthusiasm make those early songs so urgent
and raw, carved out of the streets from which he came.
The archival footage in the
film really is what drives the energy of the documentary and cues us
into the absolutely mind-bending energy of Bob Marley… The man had an
aura that could blow the lid off of any government. He seemed so casual,
yet his energy was entirely focused with power and vision.
Early ska music wasn’t highly produced in some slick music studio.
Instead it was created from everything from empty metal drums covered
with cow skin to an empty box with three taught strings pulled across
the surface. The rawness of the streets is evident in the music, but so
is the human spirit, a creative will that can make music even amidst the
hardest of realities.
In the documentary, record producer Blackwell refers to Marley’s
breakthrough album Exodus as “the most pasteurized” of Marley’s albums.
Indeed, this album represented the turning point in Marley’s music. The
songs are layered with sounds that are a result of studio technology.
The pure heart of Marley is there, but it has been put through tape
loops and effects, the riffs layered on top of each other to make the
music more dense yet more clear at the same time.
Having access to high-end equipment that could “layer” the sound gave
Marley’s music the signature reggae dub effect. That doesn’t make the
sound less good. It’s just more refined. Marley’s spirit and distinct
sound are still alive and pulsing in his later (and most successful)
albums, but the sound is definitely not the raw, unfiltered pleas that
came from his voice in Trenchtown.
Still, all of Marley’s music - from his first song to his last album -
is amazingly urgent, passionate and transformative. His production
values may have changed over time, but his voice, energy and message
never did. The trajectory of his career – from his childhood in
Trenchtown to his stadium-packing career as a musical Messiah – is
fascinating. As a man, an artist, a revolutionary and a visionary
songwriter and performer, Marley is a wonder. The film does his legend
full service.
In tracing the evolution of Marley’s music, the film shows how
troubling it was for Marley not to be able to reach a black audience in
the United States. While the music rose from the black ghetto of
Jamaica, it was never adopted by the black audience in America.
Outside his country, Bob Marley was seen as a rock star, an image
that record producers promoted and which aligned Marley with white
musicians (not unlike Jimi Hendrix). But Marley’s music was very
politically and racially motivated, so this image was one that left him
troubled, especially given his own internal conflict about his mixed
race. It’s interesting because there are so many black American musical
influences in reggae. The songs are clearly driven by roots music, jazz
and soul, yet the American black audience did not embrace Marley.
Even today, Marley’s American audience continues to be largely white.
His music inspired massive political change in making Zimbabwe an
independent country governed by black people and free from white
oppression (how sad Marley would have been to see Robert Mugabe’s
decline into another dictator abusing his own people), yet in America
that spirit of racial equality did not ring for the black audience.
Right before Marley was diagnosed with cancer, he was asked to play
the opening act at Madison Square Gardens for the Commodores. He
willingly accepted, hoping to reach a broader American audience. Indeed,
the black people in the audience embraced Marley’s sound, but the
concert footage shows that the audience that followed the Commodores was
also largely white. Racial dynamics of soul music in America is
something on which whole books can and have been written. It’s
interesting to think about where Marley fits on that musical spectrum.
The film also provides a kind of crash course in what it means to be a
Rastafarian, including the religion’s roots in the Jamaican black
descendants of slaves, its Christian dimension, the religious doctrine
of smoking weed because the Bible says to “take in the herb,” growing
dreadlocks as a sign of spiritual evolution, and the patriarchal heart
of Rastafarian culture (for example, women wear dresses and no makeup).
Marley also explains that in the early days Jamaicans worshipped the
Emperor of Ethiopa Haile Selassie who they saw as the second coming of
Christ (a.k.a. Jah). Later, Bob Marley would assume that role by
becoming a global musical Messiah spreading his message of peace, love
and revolution.
The footage of his live
performances is amazing. The film is a gift just to allow us to see such
a delicious glut of material of Marley in action. This man gave all of
himself every single time he performed. He never held back.
You can still find Marley’s image painted on black velvet worldwide,
right next to paintings of Jesus at the Last Supper. Understanding the
spiritual significance of the dreadlocks and ultimately the spiritual
role that Bob Marley played in the lives of so many oppressed people, it
is heartbreakingly tragic to hear how he lost his hair to cancer.
First he began to lose his hair with chemo, but then the weight of
the dreadlocks themselves was too much for his frail body to bear. The
image of his hair coming off is a tragic symbol of his physical decline.
It is a powerfully final and devastating symbol of the fragile
mortality of this visionary man. Nevertheless, Marley may have lost his
hair and his life to cancer, but his spirit lives on today.
The archival footage in the film really is what drives the energy of
the documentary and cues us into the absolutely mind-bending energy of
Bob Marley. Concert and interview footage with Marley himself and
archival photos are expertly spliced together with the present-day
interviewers of his survivors. Watching Marley speak and perform, it is
clear that he was channeling major energy from some powerful source.
The man had an aura that could blow the lid off of any government. He
seemed so casual, yet his energy was entirely focused with power and
vision. That is why he was the target of assassins who attempted to
still his voice with guns, because he was seen both as in league with
the Jamaican government but also as a source of revolt and uprising.
Though he was trying to spread peace and equality, in his homeland the
reception to his message was as mixed as his race.
The footage of his live performances is amazing. The film is a gift
just to allow us to see such a delicious glut of material of Marley in
action. This man gave all of himself every single time he performed. He
never held back. In interviews and concert footage of Marley, one thing
is constantly clear. The man had vision and the persistent energy to
drive his vision forward. Whether writing songs at the crack of dawn,
kicking a soccer ball, running on the beach, pulling chords from a
guitar or dancing on stage – Marley was a fireball of creative energy
and charismatic drive.
Marley emanated energy like a solar flare, a shining force of power
and light. He smoked a joint and went for a run before he wrote songs.
He was fiercely athletic and furiously competitive, but like most
artists, he mostly competed with himself. In the end, he both won, and
he lost. He created a musical legacy that changed the world and the
sound of music, but his drive also prevented him from tending to his own
physical health (follow-up exams for the melanoma that he had on his
toe) and he dropped dead of cancer at age 36.
His death was a sad and terrible thing. One day he was performing
with his entire heart and soul. The next he was flying to Germany in a
last ditch effort to survive by going to the world’s most renowned
holistic healer. When Marley was in Germany, I kept thinking how sad it
was, that he should be back in his home in Jamaica for his last weeks
alive.
However, Marley sings in his songs, he was not going to “give up the
fight.” He did fight, but in the end, cancer won the battle, and the
world lost a musical legend. But it didn’t lose his music or the spirit
it conjures every time one of his songs is played.
Fittingly, then, rather than ending with Marley’s death, the film
ends with the sound of Bob Marley’s music playing today and with footage
from all over the world of people singing and dancing to his songs. In
Japan, Russia, Africa, South America, the Middle East, France, his
native home Jamaica, and all around the world, the filmmakers caught
people on film living the spirit of Marley. It is clear in this footage,
that the message and sound of Marley’s music is just effective today as
it was over 30 years ago.
These closing shots are hopeful and life affirming even after
Marley’s death. It made me think that Bob Marley really did give us a
gift that few people, regardless of age or race, can’t appreciate. I
remember one time in the early 1980s when I was playing a Bob Marley
record on the turntable. My mother came over to visit and asked what I
was playing. I told her Bob Marley, and she said, “I like it.” She
stopped in the middle of the room and began to dance.
I think I’ll stop everything and dance to a Bob Marley song right
now. In these hard times when the world seems to be crashing down in
every corner on the globe, where the gap of inequality grows wider every
day, it seems like as good a time as any to revive Bob Marley’s voice
and to “get up, stand up and don’t give up the fight.” This documentary
reminds us of that spirit, and that, my friends, is a good thing.
Note: Kim Nicolini is an artist, poet and cultural critic living
in Tucson, Arizona. Her writing has appeared in Bad Subjects, Punk
Planet, Souciant, La Furia Umana, The Berkeley Poetry Review and
CounterPunch. She recently published her first book, Mapping the Inside Out,
in conjunction with a solo gallery show by the same name. She can be
reached at knicolini@gmail.com. The above article was posted at
CounterPunch. Original article here Big O Review of 'MARLEY'
