If Film is 24 Lies a Second, Is Digital 30 Lies per Second?
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
"Playing the Chords You're Dealt" or "Portrait of the Walrus as a Young Man"
"Half of What I Say is Meaningless/
But I Say it Just to Reach You/
John Lennon, after Khalil Gibran
It's always going to be John Lennon who is the focus of dramas based on The Beatles; there have been a couple already (even two about his assassin) and PBS has Lennon Naked in the wings. No biographies of McCartney (no drama, really), Harrison (no dharma, really), or Starkey (trying to think of the last movie about a drummer...). It's always Lennon. Partially because he's capital-F Fascinating, but also because he was so capital-F "F'd up."
All of The Beatles were born into a world in flux, all born during the second World War, and, in turn, they would change the world, as they themselves were changed by having that world screaming at their feet. But, that's The Beatles story.
Lennon's story is as fractured as his snarky-twee published stories are. Raised by his strict Auntie Mimi and his jocular Uncle George, he barely escaped the Strawberry Field Salvation Army orphanage—a place that he would ultimately turn into a personal childhood playground, given the choice—(Odd, that Lennon was forever looking at alternatives to his situation as an answer...even the bad ones—he was never satisfied, until the end). His father, Alf, was a merchant marine and never home. His mother, Julia, was a perpetual teen-mother, bi-polar, substance-abuser and sex-addict. Mimi took John to keep him close to Julia (rather than with Alf), while simultaneously keeping them apart. No wonder he was never comfortable.