Review: Peter Watkins’s Futuristic Satire Privilege on Scorpion Releasing Blu-ray

The familiar 1960s-era sight of screaming, slack-jawed, and weeping young girls reacting to a beloved pop music idol on stage appears in an early scene from Peter Watkins’s Privilege, but it’s a teen-dream spectacle with a twist. Instead of shaking his hips or belting out three-chord paeans to puppy love, Steven Shorter (Paul Jones of the English rock band Manfred Mann) enacts a social-rebellion playlet that finds him handcuffed and imprisoned in a cage by theatrically grinning policemen.

“Set me free,” Shorter pleads to the audience over the rumbling riffs of an unseen band, his arms outstretched in supplication, wrists bleeding (for real). Indulgently liberated from his cell, he rips at his shirt in anguish, absorbs punches and kicks in a fight with the cops, and stumbles off stage as a mini-riot commences. In this Britain of “the near future,” a hushed narrator (voiced by Watkins) informs us, Shorter’s meteoric career has benefited from a one-party government’s directive to entertainment companies that they should channel the aggression of young folks with their product and “keep them out of politics.”

Watkins, in the wake of controversy and acclaim (including an Academy Award) for his BBC-sponsored faux documentary The War Game about a nuclear attack, didn’t originate Privilege but used rewrites and improvisation with the cast to mold it into a far less conventional, symbol-heavy “youth movie” than Universal Pictures could have expected. Working on a rare occasion in color and 35mm, he produced a commercially alienating satire of state, faith, and pop whose transgressions can be best understood in the context of its era.

The brouhaha over John Lennon’s controversial claim that the Beatles were more famous than Jesus coincided with Privilege’s shooting in the summer of 1966. Watkins’s film sees the devotional passion and atavistic lust stirred by pop stars as entirely compatible with prostration before “God and flag,” and his poker-faced bureaucrats and bishops set about co-opting musical “revolt” with chain-store commerce and stadium revivals.

The pop star as ideological cipher (and tool of the Man) here seems to be the cinematic midpoint between media messiahs Lonesome Rhodes (from Elia Kazan’s A Face in the Crowd) and Howard Beale (from Sidney Lumet’s Network)—both more conventionally entertaining rabble-rousers than Shorter, who as embodied by novice actor Jones wears his self-hatred with a sickly smile or a grimace suited to gastric distress. Rhodes and Beale’s initial sermons burned in their hearts, while Shorter knows that he’s a fraud from the start.

Jean Shrimpton, an iconic face of the era, is cast as a portrait artist who becomes Shorter’s lover and the vehicle to his turning against his paymasters. Her occasionally flat line readings and quiet, tentative physicality don’t suggest a catalytic conscience-raiser, but the pair have a touching, stranded quality in their intimate scenes—the ones that lie furthest outside Watkins’s usual neo-doc aesthetic—that works for their increasingly engulfed characters.

Before Shorter’s sponsors decide that he needs to transform his image from persecuted jailbird to repentant Anglican (in the arena show that is the film’s second and last performance set piece), Privilege has some fun with Shorter’s coterie. For one, his jokey press agent (a fast and funny Mark London) and a fossilized record label exec (Max Bacon) share a strategy-swapping scene in a washroom that nicely anticipates Rob Reiner’s This Is Spinal Tap.

But aside from this lampoonery of professional leeches (and a sketch of a TV ad aiming to relieve a U.K. “apple glut”), Watkins prefers to keep the major power players’ manipulations in his sights. In the baldest “message” scene, a Mr. Big tells Shorter as they look down on London from an office rooftop that the hoi polloi will never fulfill the liberal myth of egalitarianism through education, but must be led into “a fruitful conformity” by the star’s wattage.

The showbiz glitz, while essential to the film’s concept (and budget), works against Watkins to a degree in both tone and performance. When the desperate idol finally protests, “I’m a person!,” it’s not entirely clear that he still is. In Shorter’s singing-evangelist debut, Jones is eclipsed by a Byrds-like band doing a chiming-guitar arrangement of “Jerusalem.” Ruthless fascists would likely bail on this depressed mascot long before these villains do.

While not primarily intended as prophecy, Watkins’s tale of Shorter’s reign and fall has resonances of celebrity activism from Bob Geldof to Bono, as well as post-9/11 country-hit jingoism and Kanye West and the Dixie Chicks’s fussed-over smackdowns of George W. Bush. As for Privilege’s conceit of totalitarians playing puppetmaster to a nation’s entertainment industry, it remains intriguing but much too elaborate for our present moment. Corporate-marketed pop spectacle alone seems sufficient to keep youths distracted from the substance of politics. In his subsequent Punishment Park, Watkins addressed police-state tendencies in the contemporary West more directly, this time in America.

Image/Sound

Scorpion Releasing presents Peter Watkins’s Privilege on 1080p Blu-ray. The HD transfer is solid throughout, save for one rooftop scene where there’s a fair amount of color fluctuation. Otherwise, cinematographer Peter Suschitzsky’s direct cinema-inflected camerawork looks excellent, particularly the fascistic outdoor rally that forms the third act’s centerpiece, with its bold colors, lurid lighting, and more formalistic shot compositions. The Master Audio mono track is a sturdy workhorse, keeping the dialogue front and center, and doing well by the Mike Leander-penned songs that are performed throughout.

Extras

Aside from some trailers, the only extra here is a lucid, conversational commentary track from film historian and filmmaker Daniel Kremer, which covers a lot of ground. Kremer goes into Watkins’s early work at the BBC, leading up to the controversial The War Game, with its experimental mix of fiction and documentary filmmaking. He delves into Watkins’s notion of the “monoform” as it pertains to the intersection of politics, culture, and corporate control. Kremer discusses the trend of ’60s rock ‘n’ roll movies starring British Invasion musicians, and the ways in which Privilege diverges from either the lightweight approach of a Herman’s Hermits vehicle or the zany Richard Lester style of A Hard Day’s Night. He mentions the Paul Anka doc Lonely Boy as a real touchstone in the development of Privilege, and we could only wish that it had been included here as it was in the 2008 New Yorker Films DVD release.

Overall

Maybe more relevant than ever, Peter Watkins’s acidic piss take on culture under corporate control gets a solid HD transfer and a welcome commentary track for supplement.