Breaker Morant and Magic In his eight-page reply (Vol 2 No 3) to "P.SI' and "M.C" on SteokeA lioiuxnt, Michael Vaughan accuses himself of being "over-laconic" in his criticism. Over-whai? What was that? "M.V." may be a number of things, but laconic he isn't. He s t i ll insists that the "fundamental question" of the "justice of imperial- ism" was "remarkably absent" from this film; and as for the aloof black clerk at the court-marshal (a metaphor for History and for Africa), he re- sponds with a rather solemn question: dignity and independence ascribed to the clerk with the subordination of his role within the imperial system?". "How does M.C. reconcile the untainted I don't reconcile them. — that's the point! On the contrary, the two are utterly irreconcilable The same imperviousness to metaphor is shown by Susan Gardner in the same issue, when she refers to the clerk as "a marginal figure". Alfred Hitch- cock used to say that one could be interested in cinema without "wanting to make a religion of i t ". M.V., S.G. and others want to make a sociology of mentary treatise -- something to be taken l i t e r a l l y, and needing a "method- ology" to see it -- you will certainly tend to suppose that brevity and in- consequence are one and the same. If you reduce every film from a work of imagination to a docu- i t, However, there is another scene in SneakeA Uoiuuvt, which (though brief too), is not metaphorical. Pace. M.V., I am not.one who "bases everything on a single Image" (I said — twice — that there were others). This particular image is a piece of straight incident, in which the race relations of the era are exposed directly, suddenly, and with shocking effect. I refer to the scene in which the wagon bearing the body of the mutilated officer (the cause of Horant's anger, leading to his own atrocities) arrives at a camp or field hospital. A detail of Bush Veldt Carbineers (including Morant) are approaching at a gallop. A white regimental doctor throws back the covering over the body, and his face expresses horror. He is helped by a black assistant (possibly the wagon-driver, who has not seen his load un- t il now). With Morant and his men approaching, the black driver takes one look, and instantly slips away sideways, off camera: for his l i f e. that is to say, he runs It is true that there is conflict about those mutilations: the British blamed the Boers, the Boers blamed the "witchdoctors". If you wish to take a simple pro-Boer view of this scene, you can say that the black driver "recognised" the mutilations, and fled believing that the soldiers might recognise them too. If you prefer (as I do) to give the director more credit than that, then you have another motivation — one revealed in a savage flash- exposure of what a black man could expect from white people at the time: the black assistant knows full well that white men are dangerous when enraged; because — no matte*, what the. cause — the nearest black man will bear the brunt of it. So, he darts away. The scene is brief indeed. For that reason, again, it is all the more effective. In contrast to the heavy hammers of propaganda, understatement increases the impact — that's art. And if Michael Vaughan is really concerned about the imputed association with propaganda, Tet him show a little more interest in these "brief and marginal images" on the screen: directors, who are artists, are using them to tell us something. As for my emphasis on the act of aeaduj — who can say it wasn't necessary? Which brings us back to his "fundamental question" -- "the justice of im- perialism". Does he still maintain that this film has "not an inkling" of that question? Does he still suppose those claims and concerns to be "re- markably absent" from a*eafee/t Uonantt One last point: it would be dishonest to pass without conment Michael Vaughan's description of me. I am not "broadly on the Left". I am broadly on the Right (I suppose — it depends who I'm talking to, and what about). But I certainly do believe in "art per se" — which is not the same thing as Art for-Art's Sake. I also believe that art is magical. I believe in magic. I believe that Table Mountain is alive, for instance. You can see it think- ing, and throwing off its moods. That is my methodology — and I think I've done rather better with it, in respect of the film BieakeA Hoitant. I wonder how many of your readers will write in to disagree? C/UUcal A «4 Vol 3 No 3 79X5 38