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Kneecap was brilliant!
My sister pushed me into going to an actual movie theater today* to see the Irish film (North of Ireland, in fact) Kneecap, the semi-fictionalized story of how the pretty fucking republican hip hop band got started. The actual band members were the stars of the movie, plus Michael Fassbinder as the possibly apocryphal Provie father who fakes his own death (thus abandoning his family) to escape the Brits.
I have liked what I'd heard of Kneecap's music -- and Liam's nephew, I forget his name -- was in one of their music videos, which took place at a party.
But the film spent more time on the Gaeltacht, or Irish speaking, community in West Belfast, a stubbornly persistant political movement to get Irish recognized legally and supported. And Kneecap is part of that, because their rap is mostly in Irish. And fucking catchy. I told Rosie I thought she should definitely see the movie, and she mostly demurred because she thinks wypipo shouldn't try to rap. Which I get. But ... though arguably Eminem is exploitative in the same way Elvis was... his rap is good. Most white rap is not. But Kneecap's is, very much so. Anarchic and hedonistic and political, all at once.
Notes: shows I want to continue and finish:
1. S3Only Murders in the Building -- finished 8/6
2. A Discovery of Witches
3. True Detective: Night Country
4. My Lady Jane (frippery recommended by Veronica Stein while we were texting today)
5. Warrior (maybe)
Shows finished: remake of Shogun and The West Wing rewatch and Brooklyn Nine-Nine
* We were going to go to Union Landing in Union City, because I am curious about their theaters, which show a lot of Hindi and Telegu films... but ended up for scheduling reasons, having to go to Bay Street, which was arduous and fucking annoying, because once we'd parked and struggled with the parking payment machine, it turned out that the only elevator was broken, so RQ had to haul my scoot while I stood grimly on the escalator... and then the second escalator up to the actual movie theater was also broken! We almost shitcanned the whole project then... but after some food and drink my sister went to get the car and pick me up and drive ... as it turned out, ALL THE FUCK OVER THE PLACE eventually to Parking Garage B, to find a practically hidden floor with "temporary ADA parking spaces" and a metal ramp I worried my battery wouldn't be able to deal with, but it did, brave little 'scoot. And then the handicapped bathroom was out of order, too. All garbage.
I have liked what I'd heard of Kneecap's music -- and Liam's nephew, I forget his name -- was in one of their music videos, which took place at a party.
But the film spent more time on the Gaeltacht, or Irish speaking, community in West Belfast, a stubbornly persistant political movement to get Irish recognized legally and supported. And Kneecap is part of that, because their rap is mostly in Irish. And fucking catchy. I told Rosie I thought she should definitely see the movie, and she mostly demurred because she thinks wypipo shouldn't try to rap. Which I get. But ... though arguably Eminem is exploitative in the same way Elvis was... his rap is good. Most white rap is not. But Kneecap's is, very much so. Anarchic and hedonistic and political, all at once.
Notes: shows I want to continue and finish:
1. S3
2. A Discovery of Witches
3. True Detective: Night Country
4. My Lady Jane (frippery recommended by Veronica Stein while we were texting today)
5. Warrior (maybe)
Shows finished: remake of Shogun and The West Wing rewatch and Brooklyn Nine-Nine
* We were going to go to Union Landing in Union City, because I am curious about their theaters, which show a lot of Hindi and Telegu films... but ended up for scheduling reasons, having to go to Bay Street, which was arduous and fucking annoying, because once we'd parked and struggled with the parking payment machine, it turned out that the only elevator was broken, so RQ had to haul my scoot while I stood grimly on the escalator... and then the second escalator up to the actual movie theater was also broken! We almost shitcanned the whole project then... but after some food and drink my sister went to get the car and pick me up and drive ... as it turned out, ALL THE FUCK OVER THE PLACE eventually to Parking Garage B, to find a practically hidden floor with "temporary ADA parking spaces" and a metal ramp I worried my battery wouldn't be able to deal with, but it did, brave little 'scoot. And then the handicapped bathroom was out of order, too. All garbage.
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I don't know if Irish people rapping in Ireland is the same as white people rapping in the US. I'm neither Black nor enough of a musical expert to really weigh in but I feel like it's a bit more complicated than "wypipo shouldn't rap."
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