Not every Billy is an Elliot
With fighting spirit and a little bit of support from his family he raised from poverty to glory, with the spirit of the American dream: “You can if do anything you want if you just set your mind on it.”
Don’t get me wrong: there is nothing wrong about that. I like a good old success story as much as anyone else. There’s so much to love in Billy Elliot: the music, the dancing, the humor, the drama and the spirit. It’s this kind of stories that keep us going, keep our dreams alive and I’ll always keep it way up on my top 100 list.
But even I have to admit that Billy Elliot is a fairy tale among others. For most people who are born into that kind of environment it’s far from the truth.
Billy the second
Of course there have been Billies who have overcome the difficulties by luck and effort, who have made it all the way to the opera stage. But for each one of them there were hundreds of others who also liked to dance, but didn’t make it. Maybe they never even knew they had the talent. Maybe they didn’t get that ticket to travel to the audition or maybe they dropped it on their way. Maybe they just ended up on the wrong side of the sliding doors, by circumstances or poor choices, not necessarily their own. Those were the Billies who eventually had to bury their dreams in oblivion, taking comfort in football and beer.
We don’t talk as much about the second type of Billies and we rarely see them on the movie screens. Perhaps we don’t need to be reminded of the harsh realities of life; we have enough as it is coping with our own lives and broken dreams. Perhaps it doesn’t make as good and engaging stories. Watching Billy Elliot conquer the world makes me believe that I too could accomplish great deeds. Watching Billy-who-couldn’t-break-loose-from-his-origins makes me sad and gives me a vague feeling of guilt. Why is it that some people are born to walk in broken shoes, as the Swedish/Dutch songwriter Cornelis Vreeswijk puts it? “God Father who lives in heaven maybe wants it that way?”
The taste of salt
However – balance is the key to remain a happy, content movie viewer. Once in a while I don’t want to hear another story about someone who succeeds. I’m sick of the sugar and I need to taste some salt. I want to hear about Billy 2, and that’s what I got as I recently watched Kes.
Like Billy Elliot, Kes is the story about a boy named Billy who grows up in poor circumstances in the mining district in Northern England. He struggles to get his life together. The extra work he needs to do to help to provide for his family makes him tired at school and he finds himself bullied by almost everyone he meets, including his own brother and most of his teachers.
The only bright component in Billy’s life is his own undertaking of taming a kestrel falcon (named Kes, hence the name of the movie). With a lot of patience and some advice from a book (assumingly the only book the boy’s ever had or read) he dives into the project and needless to say the bird becomes a symbol of Billy’s own destiny – the dream of a possible escape.
WARNING FOR MILD SPOILERS
The film ends fairly abruptly and without giving it away I’d say it’s open for interpretations. Will Billy be able to pursuit the office job he’s more interested in, which will require him to study more? Or will he end up in the mine like everyone else? It’s all up in the air but I can’t help hoping for the best. I just refuse to embrace the idea that someone is so bound by heritage and destiny that he can’t make himself free. Perhaps I’ve just watched too many Billy Elliots over the years. We want our heroes to succeed. Period.
Kes is considered one of the classics in British movie making, but I’ve never cared much about the cinematic canon, so this fact alone wouldn’t make me demand a watching.
However I think it stands well enough on its own to deserve a recommendation. Watch it for the humor (it’s actually surprisingly funny at times), watch it for its natural, almost documentary style, watch it for its humane perspective. It’s apparent that even the bullying teacher deep down is a sad person, as much a victim of broken dreams as anyone else.
I believe the mining areas aren’t quite the same anymore (most mines were shut down during the Thatcher era if I remember it correctly) and I hope that the school system in UK has reformed a bit. And yet I think that Kes is not just a historical documentation of working class life 40 years ago in UK.
It’s still valid. There are still boys like Billy who feel trapped. Class differences prevail. And very few of us are likely to rise from the ashes and become Billy Elliots.
Kes (Ken Loach, UK, 1969) My rating: 4/5