Monthly Archives: November 2011

Catching up with United…….

An enforced day of rest today; I have quite a heavy cold, so visiting my Dad in his new ‘pied-à-terre’ in Daventry (see preceding piece) is out of the question; his defences are low and I am currently too infectious.

As a consequence, I was able to catch up on United’s current crop of young players in this morning’s U-18 Academy League game against West Bromwich Albion, then shoot off to Asda to get some shopping in before returning in good time to watch the first team who were featured in the teatime kick off at Swansea.

Last year I was able to follow the development of the U-18′s from a collection of gawky misfits to cultured FA Youth Cup winners, but this season it’s been more difficult to keep in touch with things.  In truth, the U-18′s looked a ragged bunch at the start of the season, losing successive games to Portsmouth and Southampton.  I suppose we had been spoiled by last year’s ‘bumper crop’, most of whom have now ‘stepped  up’ to the Reserves and in some cases to Carling Cup action with the first team.

I suppose I should really start with the Reserves, as they played Wigan at Altrincham on Thursday night.  In the end, they got a comfortable 4-1 win against a young Wigan team, thanks to goals from Ravel Morrison (2), Zekky Fryers and Davide Petrucci.  Perhaps the most noteworthy aspect of Wigan’s team was that one of their subs was Johan Cruyff’s grandson.  Where do the years go?

All of the best players from last year’s FA Youth Cup team seem to be progressing satisfactorily in their first full season in the Reserves.  Goalkeeper Sam Johnstone and midfielder Ryan Tunnicliffe are both out on loan, but most of the rest are still there; Will Keane, Ravel Morrison and Paul Pogba are probably the obvious ‘stars’, but players like Jesse Lingard and Michael Keane are now developing nicely as well.  The real problems are likely to start at the end of this season when the fact that they’ve been handed a first-team squad number will no longer be enough to satisfy them.

Ravel Morrison; 2 goals against Wigan for the Reserves

I feel particularly sorry for Will Keane, who has 7 strikers (Rooney, Hernandez, Diouf, Owen, Welbeck, Berbatov and Macheda) standing between him and a first-team slot.  Keane is a genuinely gifted striker with a great eye for goal and an uncanny ability to create time and space for himself in even the most crowded of penalty areas.  Hopefully Fergie knows what a gem he has on his hands here and will give him his chance. 

Paul Pogba is (apparently) less content to await the manager’s pleasure and has reputedly refused to sign a new contract until he gets some guarantees about his future at the club – and personally, I think he’s right to do so - Pogba is 18 , an age at which Ryan Giggs was pretty much a first team regular. If I were Ferguson, I would have him on the bench all the time now.  He’s clearly ready for the next challenge and is surely destined to become a great midfielder wherever he ends up.  The first and most pressing task is  to ensure that his future lies with United.  Midfield is undoubtedly the weakest area of the first team right now and they could surely profit from having someone of Pogba’s precocious talents available on a regular basis.  Whatever they have to offer him to secure his services for another 5 years or whatever will almost certainly turn out to be money well spent.

We may learn more when United take on Crystal Palace in the next round of the Carling Cup, the week after next.  At least half of the team who cruised past Wigan will be hoping or expecting to get the call – and rightly so.

It was a bright, cold but sunny morning at Carrington as United took on West Bromwich Albion in the U-18 Academy League.  It turned out to be an exciting game with the outcome in doubt until the very end.  The Junior Baggies look like an exciting crop, whilst United’s youngsters, though improving, are still a work in progress.  The team’s outstanding players this year have probably been skipper Luke McCulloch (apologies for calling him ‘Sean’ in a previous piece) who is a calm and powerful presence at centre-back, left- or centre-back Tyler Blackett, who played in the Youth Cup run last year and wingers/strikers Tom Lawrence and Jack Barmby (son of former Spurs striker, Nick Barmby).  Lawrence was missing this morning, but the other three all played. 

United’s opening goal after twelve minutes came due to a piece of quick thinking by Barmby.  Fouled in the centre circle as the Baggies back line pushed up, he got up quickly and played an instant free-kick into the path of onrushing Norwegian midfielder Mats Daehli, who took it on and beat the ‘keeper from the edge of the area with a composed finish into the bottom corner.  Albion responded strongly and striker Alex Jones had a goal disallowed for offside before winning a penalty which he himself converted just 3 minutes after Daehli’s goal.

The rest of the game was played at a furious pace and United got most of whatever Lady Luck was dishing out today.  West Brom had another goal disallowed before half -time and in the second half had a good shout for another penalty dismissed by the referee, who sent off Albion’s Jamie Edge for dissent around that incident – red cards are something of a rarity at this level.   Later on, United keeper Liam Jacob fumbled a cross on to the post and then re-gathered the ball, with the Baggies players protesting vociferously (but unsuccessfully)  that the ball had crossed the line. 

In the end, the game was settled by a second goal from Daehli.  Blackett got away down the left and slung over a long cross to the back post where the unmarked Norwegian arrived in time to carefully volley home off the underside of the crossbar.  Had he just blasted the ball, it would probably have come down in an adjoining postcode.  And that was that, though you had to feel sorry for the Baggies youngsters, whose performance  definitely merited a point.

Mats Daehli; 2 goals for the U-18′s against WBA

And so to the first team who had what looked like an awkward fixture against Premiership newbies Swansea City,  currently sitting comfortably in mid-table.  Fergie named a strong team, with Carrick and Giggs in central midfield and Park and Nani on the flanks.  United scored early; after 11 minutes, Giggs intercepted a poor clearance and drove into the area before squaring the ball into the path of Hernandez, who expertly steered the ball into the net despite being slightly off-balance as he struck it.

And to be honest, that was pretty much it.  United seem to have adopted the old Arsenal tactic of 1-0 being enough and they never really looked like adding to that early goal until late on, when first, Phil Jones hit the post with a cross-shot and then Nani curled a shot just wide.  Swansea pressed hard in the second half, but in truth, ex-Chelsea starlet Scott Sinclair had their best chance when he missed an open goal in the first half and that was as good as it got for them.

Hernandez scores the only goal against Swansea

But whatever happened to the Great Entertainers who swaggered through the early weeks of the season, swatting Arsenal aside 8-2 and looking as though they were going to take the Premiership by storm?  It seems as though Fergie’s response to the Derby Day hammering has been to revert to a kind of crabby pragmatism which might win games but is deathly to watch.  Of course, with City winning at home earlier, anything but a win would have resulted in a sharp decline in the noise from the Noisy Neighbours as they accelerate away into the distance.  This was like a performance from a difficult away European tie.  Effective, perhaps,  but entertaining ? Only if you find toothache entertaining…

The spirit is willing…..

I’m sure that the fact that I’ve hardly posted this month  is something that has bothered me more than anybody else, but even so, I felt that I should stop by long enough to say that due to my Dad’s ongoing hospitalisation, inspiration, ‘mental space’ and self-motivation have all been harder to come by than usual just lately.

Dad is  still in hospital but has now been moved to another facility in Daventry where the emphasis is on rehab rather than on clinical treatment.  In some respects, it could be argued that this must mean that he’s getting better, but it could also be argued just as convincingly that the doctors believe that nothing more can be done for him medically and they’re now just going to see if they can patch him up and get him well enough to go home. 

I suspect that the true impact of his recent illness won’t truly become clear to me (or indeed to him) until he is back in his own place.  He has a shiny new(-ish) Ford Focus sat in his garage and I fear that he may never drive it again.  He has a substantial garden that has given him untold pleasure over the years and I wonder how much time he will be able to spend working in it from now on.  If he is effectively housebound, how will this independent individual cope with such reduced circumstances…..or perhaps the question I should be asking is, for how long will he be happy with his wings so severely clipped?

And that is really the ‘best case scenario’ for him.  Other less attractive options would see him requiring substantial medical care to the point where a move into a nursing home would start to look like a better option for all concerned.  I fear that would rapidly crush his spirit.  He will want to go home, even if it’s only for a short time. 

Of course, he could live until he’s 100, but, somehow, I doubt it.  If this recent episode has unveiled any Big Truths, the main one would be that, at 87, whilst the spirit may be willing, the flesh is struggling to mend itself.  The 5 weeks he’s spent in hospital have been a rollercoaster of infections and interventions, of jabs, pills, tests, screens and scans.  He’s been pummelled, prodded and poked from every imaginable angle and via every conceivable orifice. Even for a man with a fairly unquenchable spirit, this has laid him low and it has taken him untold amounts of grit to get this far.

One thing is for sure, when my time comes, I hope that I just drop in my tracks, or as Roger McGough once memorably wrote, get run over at an advanced age by a blonde in a red sports car on my way home from an all-night party.

Un-American Activities: ‘The Wire’ and ‘Heaven’s Gate’

I came late to  ‘The Wire’, something fairly typical of me in the way that I ‘consume’ television series.  I’ve written before about this in pieces on ‘The Sopranos’, ‘Twin Peaks’ and ‘This Life’.  My preferred strategy is to wait until all the fuss dies down and then borrow or buy a few box sets of DVD’s and watch these series at my leisure, either one episode at a time or in multi-episode binges.   All of which makes me possibly the last person in the known universe to blog about ‘The Wire’ but at least it gives me a chance to think through what it is I want to say about it.

Just in case there is anyone reading this who has recently returned from 10 years of exile on a tropical island without cable tv, ‘The Wire’ was made by HBO with a star-free cast and across its five seasons (2002-2008) aimed to take a cold, hard look at the life of a strictly non-hip US city – Baltimore – through the eyes of its police, its politicians, its journalists, its drug gangs, its dock-workers and so on.  Though many of the ensemble cast appeared in all five seasons, each season took a slightly different focus; thus Season 1 was largely about the interaction between the police and the drug gangs, Season 2 focused on the plight of Baltimore’s shrinking docks and those working there, Season 3 concerned itself with City Hall politics, Season 4 with the school system and the final season with the print media.

Much has been written and said about ‘The Wire’ and most of what has been written and said – in this country at least – has been  extremely positive.  Most fans feel that it offers an unflinchingly accurate portrayal of black urban street life, of City Hall ducking & diving, of the slow death of print newspapers and of the travails of a city police department, to name but a few of the areas singled out for praise.  Across all these different facets of city life, ‘The Wire’ is, above all, feted for its apparent ‘authenticity’.  This is a drama that seeks to portray the harsh realities of life in a modern American city and spends much of its time concentrating on the choices and compromises that people make to get them through their daily round.  There are good guys and bad guys, mavericks and team players, there is friendship, even love, but then there is corruption and disillusionment, squalor and death as well. 

There is hope, too. ‘The Wire’ is a long way from being just a nihilistic hatchet-job on the life and body politic of Baltimore (or the USA).  Through the five series, characters are redeemed, either by circumstance or by their own efforts.  Junkies clean up, gangsters go straight, failed cops find themselves having far greater success in other walks of life.  The milk of human kindness does flow through the veins of ‘The Wire’ and the only characters with whom the writers appear to have little or no sympathy are the politicians. 

Among many of my friends, ‘The Wire’ has been lauded as the greatest piece of extended television drama of all time.  The socio-political insights, the finely-drawn characters, the shrewd and effective plotting – all of these factors are cited as reasons why ‘The Wire’ is so good.  It lacks the obvious Liberal/Democrat wish-fulfillment of ‘The West Wing’, it lacks the sentimental  clichés of Italian – American life littered across ‘The Sopranos’, but offers us instead what seems like a non-idealised view of Baltimore life at the sharp end.  The story arcs remain credible throughout,  whilst the characters generally develop in ways that seem consistent and realistic.

For all that, I am sure that there are many middle -class  people living in Baltimore who barely recognised their own city from ‘The Wire’ and who probably have a very different take on how it is to live in that city.  At the very end of Season Five, Dominic West’s  (ex-)Detective McNulty pulls over to the side of a road and looks out over the city.  Through his eyes we see snippets of  a possible future; characters move up or move on or sink into the mire, either regaining or losing their integrity along the way.  But we also see a Baltimore that we never really see in the other 59 episodes – we see long-shots of a city with broad avenues and grand buildings, we see bustling streets with a ticking heartbeat that is a long way from the ‘corners’ of the West Side or the grim post-industrial landscapes of the old docks.

I’ve never been to Baltimore so can’t really comment on the veracity of ‘The Wire’s portrait of a city in virtual meltdown.  However, I find it hard to believe that there aren’t other Baltimores where people lead lives that are quite different from McNulty and  Omar,  from Lester and Bubbles,  from Daniels and Marlo.  The fact is that Baltimore is really just a shop window for the themes of ‘The Wire’, themes that could probably apply to any large American city with a substantial black population and a fading blue-collar tradition – Washington DC or Cincinnati  for example.  Those themes – racial tension, political corruption, drugs, economic downturns, education, media manipulation of facts, broken homes and broken dreams are universal to all such cities.

McNulty, Bunk and Lester; allegedly the ‘Good Guys’

The status of ‘The Wire’ as a favourite of critics and huge numbers of fans across the world  cannot, however, disguise the fact that it was some way from being a mainstream hit in America.  Many people who didn’t subscribe to HBO wouldn’t have seen it anyway and many others were in all probability put off by what creator David Simon has itemised as  “the complexity of the plot; a poor time slot; heavy use of esoteric slang, particularly among the gangster characters; and a predominantly black cast.” (Wikipedia). ‘The Wire’ would often find itself up against NFL games on the Sports channels and other more mainstream series such as ‘Desperate Housewives’.  Ratings were increasingly poor on a season-by-season basis, though HBO apparently accepted that many fans were picking up illegal postings of the series via the Net, watching it online via HBO On Demand or simply waiting for the box set to come out.

For me, there’s something else about ‘The Wire’ that would explain why it nearly got cancelled twice and why it was consistently overlooked by the people who dish out TV awards.  In my view, many Americans would have a problem with ‘The Wire’ because it paints the urban society of – in this case – Baltimore, but by inference most major American cities in such an unflattering light. 

If we backtrack to 1980, we can see another example of this phenomenon with Michael Cimino’s ‘Heaven’s Gate’ - a movie that became almost a watchword for the excesses of the post-‘Easy Rider’ crop of ‘auteurist’  Hollywood directors.  Anyone who has read Steven Bach’s book about the movie (‘Final Cut’) will quickly have gained an appreciation of all the errors of judgement that Cimino made in making ‘Heaven’s Gate’ and there is no doubt that there were many of them. 

 Cimino’s arrogance and his cavalier attitude to cost and budget over-runs ensured that his reputation took a pounding even before ‘Heaven’s Gate’ was ‘in the can’.  His  hubris was probably the last straw for the studios, ensuring that the era of the Hollywood auteurs was effectively over.  From that point onwards, studios exercised far closer control over budgetary issues and prima donna directors.

However, what that left us with was ‘Heaven’s Gate’ itself. Despite being drastically cut in its initial 149-minute cinematic release, what was clear was that this was what David Thomson has referred to as a ‘wounded monster’ of a film and even expanded and revised versions continue to divide opinion – many people think it’s the worst movie ever, others that it’s a great film.

I definitely fall into the latter camp; for me, the cinematography (by Vilmos Szigmond), the music (by Bob Dylan alumnus David Mansfield) and many of the performances are masterful.  It’s a long way from being the perfect movie but it is pretty damn good on many levels . Most significantly, the fact that Cimino chose to plant a bomb under some of the most cherished myths of the American West was a brave and adventurous strategy that would have gone down a storm just a few years earlier.  Ralph Nelson’s ‘Soldier Blue’ from 1970, an infinitely less accomplished piece of work in almost every respect, had drawn a favourable response in its depiction of how Native Americans got well and truly shafted by the American ‘establishment’ – as I recall, it’s a depressing and not particularly well-made movie.  ‘Heaven’s Gate’  – a much better movie on every level – did a similar job for the plight of the poor European migrants who flooded west and began to set up homesteads on the massive ranges that had previously been the exclusive province of rich cattle farmers.  Even so, it got completely trashed by most critics.

‘Heaven’s Gate’ – the Harvard Waltz Sequence; the ruling class at play

‘Heaven’s Gate’ is based on events that happened during the so-called ‘Johnson County War’, which took place in Wyoming in April 1892.  The Wyoming Stock Growers Association (WSGA) – an organisation of rich cattle farmers with links to the Republican Party - hired gunmen to stop the sporadic outbreaks of rustling carried out by starving migrant farmers.  These gunmen often dispensed summary justice, killing suspected rustlers without recourse to the mechanisms of the law.  The WSGA gunmen were eventually pinned down in farm buildings near Fort McKinney by a Sheriff’s posse of about 200 men , but were saved from annihilation when Wyoming’s Acting Governor sent an urgent telegram to President Benjamin Harrison who ordered the Sixth Cavalry, based at Fort McKinney, to intervene.  The WSGA ’enforcers’ were close to being routed but the Army’s intervention meant that they were instead spirited away and held at an army fort near Cheyenne.  Documents taken from their leader implicated many of the leading lights of the WSGA in a plan to systematically murder up to 70 suspected ‘rustlers’.  Despite all this, the ‘enforcers’ were eventually freed on bail and many fled south to Texas.  In any event,  the case was dropped when the Johnson County authorities refused to pay for the upkeep of the ‘prisoners’ or the costs involved in bringing them to court.  The whole affair swiftly fizzled out, though feelings in Johnson County ran high for many years.

Many of these events form the basis of the action in ‘Heaven’s Gate’.  Kris Kristofferson’s sheriff attempts to mediate in the disputes but he is very much of the same social background as the WSGA and though he tries to do his job honestly, he clearly does not relish being seen as a ‘class traitor’.  Cimino depicts the WSGA leaders and vigilantes as the bad guys and the huddled masses of the incomers as the good guys.  It’s an almost Marxist take on the mythology of the West with the proletarian migrants taking on the fat cat WSGA and almost winning, but for the intervention of the Army at the 11th hour.  In a coda at the movie’s end,  we see an older, disillusioned Kristofferson aboard his steam yacht off Rhode Island.  He has returned to the East and re-assumed his position of privilege within the ruling elite.

‘Heaven’s Gate’ – the Roller Rink sequence; the huddled masses take to the floor

‘Heaven’s Gate’ was released in 1980 and it could be argued that a kind of Marxist Western was never going to play too well in an America where an old school ex-Hollywood cowboy was riding the range in the White House.  In 1980, Ronald Reagan’s popularity as President was probably approaching its zenith and for that reason alone, ‘Heaven’s Gate’ was doomed as far as ‘middle America’ was concerned.  It portrayed some unsavoury truths about the American West, truths that many Americans saw as ‘unpatriotic’ at a time when gung-ho was the name of the game and pinko liberals were lying low.  No wonder it bombed at the Box Office, though predictably, the movie fared much better in Europe. However, in all likelihood, had the movie been released 5 years earlier, it might well have been received more sympathetically in a country still just about clinging to the tail-end of 60′s ideologies.  By 1980, the USA had changed and become much more conservative, Hollywood had changed and the studios were sick of all these bratty directors and their grand narratives of American dysfunction.  It was time for Rocky and Rambo and all those rugged American heroes; no-one had much time for class warfare in 1890′s Wyoming.

Returning (finally) to ‘The Wire’, it seems to me that there are strong parallels with ‘Heaven’s Gate’ in this specific area. Like ‘Heaven’s Gate’, ‘The Wire’ asks ordinary Americans to face some unpalatable truths about their history (in the case of ‘Heaven’s Gate’) or about their cities (in ‘The Wire’) and it seems to me that some conservative-minded Americans aren’t always that good at acknowledging the Elephant in the Room – same with the Tories in this country.  For some Yankee chauvinists (particularly those of the Rush Limbaugh school of twisted thinking), everything has to be wonderful from sea to shining sea and anyone that doesn’t think so is probably some kind of dangerous subversive commie terrorist (or similar) and should relocate to Pakistan or Eye-Rak.  Like Frank Zappa said all those years ago, ‘It can’t happen here.’

The fact is that for many middle-class Americans, the inner cities of their country have become no-go areas.  Drugs, violence, homelessness, life in ‘the Projects’ – all these issues are something that many Americans have just blanked out.  They’ll deal with as much of it as they have to and hope the cops can keep the lid on the rest of it.  Same story here, really; the recent Tottenham Riots showed a side of London life that many Londoners knew nothing of and didn’t really want to engage with.

The Wire: Michael Kenneth Williams as Omar; ruthless, driven, gay, feared, a loner with his own sense of morality and – allegedly - a favourite of Barack Obama 

In some respects, ‘The Wire’ – particularly in its final season – is even more damning of American society than ‘Heaven’s Gate’.  Season 5 is built around the idea of a lie that just gets bigger and bigger; there’s an element of black comedy in here somewhere. The Baltimore Police Department is suffering from budget cutbacks and overtime bans, so Detective McNulty effectively ‘invents’ a serial killer preying on the homeless, knowing that City Hall will be compelled to loosen the purse strings as this is such an emotive issue.  McNulty then surreptitiously diverts the resources and manpower he is given to continue the pursuit of drug lord Marlo Stansfield.  However, the lie just gets bigger and bigger; Mayor Carcetti picks up on the ‘serial killer’ case to use as a weapon against the State Governor’s lack of action on homelessness and promote his own claims to replace him.  The local ‘Baltimore Sun’ newspaper also gets involved, with an unscrupulous reporter further embroidering the story in order to advance his own career.  In the end, only a very few of those who are supposed to be on the side of truth and justice are free from the taint of this lie and by the time the truth emerges, it’s too late for anyone to unravel the multiple layers of deceit in which so many have become complicit. 

Comparing ‘The Wire’ to ‘Heaven’s Gate’ is  – of course - an idea that you can only push so far.  I have  a lot of time for both, but there’s no doubt that ‘Heaven’s Gate’ is deeply flawed on many levels whilst retaining an indefinable ‘je ne sais quoi’  that makes it a far more interesting proposition than many other movies of its type.  At the time of its release, the smokescreen of outrage at Cimino’s perceived excesses tended to legislate against any genuine appraisal of the film , but many contemporary analyses take a less polemical stance. Sure, ‘Heaven’s Gate’ has many flaws , but at times it’s an interesting and beautifully-staged movie and if you haven’t yet seen it, I urge you to do so.

By contrast, ‘The Wire’ - for me - offers a far sharper critique of American society – then again, it has a much broader canvas on which to tell its tale.  Across 60 episodes, it illustrated – often graphically - the crushing realities of life in the inner city, the bureaucratic minefields of police work and the institutionalised corruption of local politics.   ‘The Wire’  told a story that often exposes aspects of American life with which few establishment figures could be comfortable.  It also laid down a new standard of excellence for television drama and I think it could be a long time before we see anything that combines such a compelling story-line with so many insights into American society.