The lines between victim and agressor are blurred in Steve McQueen\'s bold new film, Hunger. Review by Fiona Williams.
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6 Nov 2008 - 11:23 AM  UPDATED 7 Nov 2012 - 2:30 AM

Director Steve McQueen’s debut feature Hunger is an exploration of what it is to die for a cause but when republican
prisoner Bobby Sands (Michael Fassbender) succumbs to the inevitable, it’s in
far from heroic circumstances.

The film opens in the midst of the infamous 'Blanket and
No-Wash protest’ at the Maze Prison in Northern Ireland, where the H Block’s
republican prisoners have shunned standard-issue uniforms in response to the government’s
refusal to grant them special category status.

They refuse showers, smear the walls of their cells with excrement
(albeit with artistic flourish), and spill their urine into the corridor on cue
and en masse. In scenes that McQueen depicts in unflinching detail, the guards’
response to the protest is increasingly violent. After the riot squad is called
in to pull them into line and conduct cavity searches for evidence of
widespread message smuggling, Sands ups the ante by initiating a hunger strike.

Though Hunger is
clearly Sands’ story, it isn\'t until well into the film that the focus narrows to his experience. Until then, we spend considerable time following protagonists from both sides of the barbed wire fence.

The film has inevitably sparked criticism in the UK for
'martyring’ Sands, but though such complaints are understandable given the
recent history of 'The Troubles’, they’re also largely unfair. Events are seen
to take their toll on both the inmates and their captors, and the lines between
victim and aggressor anything but clear-cut. McQueen recognises the guards’
legitimate fears of assassination, and singles out a new riot squad recruit to
capture the pivotal moment at which the men are asked to inflict government-sanctioned
brutality.

The cinematography and the framing of shots are stunning (a
snowflake catching on a guard’s grazed knuckle is one of many images that linger), which isn’t really a surprise when you consider McQueen’s background
as a Turner Prize-winning artist.

That said, the standout scene of the film is shot in a
single take, from a fixed camera. When Sands reveals his plan
to his visiting parish priest, Father Dominic Moran (Liam Cunningham) grills Sands over
the political and personal ramifications of his decision, and points to the
futility of his certain death. Sands counters with a boyhood account of
sacrifice that makes him \"clear of the reasons\". The two actors are outstanding in
this scene, as they size each other up with
rapid-fire barbs, interrogate the merits of Sands’ decision, and emerge with a mutual if begrudging, respect for the other’s position. It’s a
remarkable exchange that in the tradition of great theatre, works on the strength
of smart dialogue and the acting chops of both Cunningham and Fassbender.

After this scene, Sands is virtually silent as
he wastes away before our eyes, and it’s here that McQueen’s direction takes a sharp
U-turn. Up to this point, life in H Block has been presented in such stark,
silent, suffocating reality, that the third act’s attempt to venture into the
dying Sands’ imagination sits uneasily with the rest of the film.

We see his youthful self sit by his emaciated elder’s
deathbed, we see flashbacks to golden sunsets, and a flock of imagined birds circles
the prison ward. It’s a jarring departure and of course, one that may be intentional;
these scenes could well be a device by McQueen to show that the fierce and determined firebrand
Bobby Sands has given in to sentiment after all.

Hunger is a confronting and thought-provoking look at personal sacrifice and the cost of unwavering conviction.


4/5