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Adam Woodward

Peterloo – first look review

Mike Leigh recruits a top-notch ensemble for this faithful reenactment of the Peterloo Massacre.

With the UK government locked in a self-perpetuating, seemingly endless dispute over Brexit, it’s fitting that Mike Leigh has chosen another calamitous political saga as the subject of his latest feature. Part history lesson, part establishment satire, the stalwart writer/director’s follow-up to 2014’s Mr Turner sees him return to a region close to his heart – the northwest of England – in order to tell the story of a tragic and entirely avoidable clash that fundamentally changed Britain.

On 16 August 1819, a peaceful pro-democracy rally was broken up by the Manchester Yeomanry, a local force of volunteer cavalrymen portrayed here as a booze-soaked, power-drunk mob. Dozens of innocent men, women and children lost their lives in the melee, brutally cut down by the Yeomans’ sabres and trampled by their horses, with hundreds more injured. Dubbed ‘The Peterloo Massacre’ by local journalist James Wroe, the incident caused widespread public outcry, boosting support for the nascent suffrage movement and leading to the foundation of the Guardian newspaper.

Many of the protestors had travelled to St Peter’s Field in Manchester from neighbouring towns and villages to hear the main speaker of the day, Henry Hunt, a self-styled man of the people who advocated radical action through non-violent means. Yet when Hunt (played with relish by Rory Kinnear) finally delivers his ill-fated addresses towards the end of the film, his words do not reach everyone. Leigh reenacts the speech largely from the perspective of a family stood somewhere near the middle of the immense crowd, tantalisingly out of earshot – the implication being that it often takes more than conviction and a solid platform to get a message across. Especially when that message threatens to upset the status quo.

If Leigh ultimately ensures that Hunt’s point is made loud and clear by the time the closing credits roll, he does so without lionising the revered orator. In fact, he demystifies Hunt, revealing him to be a rather bland and boorish man. More grandiloquent than gallant, he saunters around in his trademark white top hat with the air of a man who deems himself above those whose interests he seeks to promote. Hunt is not the hero of this piece.

Peterloo is no paean for the poor and perennially oppressed, no Dickensian postcard of social inequality, no romanticised vision of working class life. With strong assists from cinematographer Dick Pope, costumer designer Jacqueline Durran and production designer Suzie Davies (among others), Leigh takes us inside the cramped slums and cavernous factories, but crucially he never lingers on the squalid conditions in which the majority of people lived and worked at the time.

Leigh’s intention is merely to highlight the significant contribution that ordinary labourers, homemakers and small business owners made (both in a community and wider economic sense) during the Industrial Revolution, as well as the impact they had in the development of our modern democratic system. Though it is always clear where the film’s sympathies lie, as a historical record Peterloo benefits greatly from Leigh’s even-handed, unsentimental approach. It may lack something of the emotional eloquence of Terence Davies, or the finger-jabbing indignation of Ken Loach, but the result is an acutely-observed survey of the class divide that existed in 19th century Britain.

Appropriate for the period, various characters feel ripped from the comic strips of William Hogarth, such as the jowly magistrates who conspire to ambush tens of thousands of unarmed protestors, and a pair of tongue-jutting hayseeds who gatecrash a meeting of parliamentary reformers in London. There’s also an unexpected Blackadder homage in the form of Tim McInnerny’s Prince Regent, with Marion Bailey (who played JMW Turner’s landlady-turned-mistress in Leigh’s previous film) camping it up as the mad Prince’s fawning courtier, Lady Conyngham. While these caricatures may not strike a chord with everyone, they add colour and texture to what might otherwise have been a dry, didactic portrait of liberty and tyranny.

Published 1 Sep 2018

Tags: Maxine Peake Mike Leigh Rory Kinnear Tim McInnerny

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