||[Dec. 8th, 2007|11:07 am]
So how should we take that ending now? Mick Travis and his mates on the chapel rool- blasting away with machine guns and mortars at the parents and honoured guests in their ridiculous fancy dress- It's a bit Gilbert and Sullivan, isn't it?|
Because the revolution didn't happen. The seventies came next -and all that parodic silliness. Thatcherism was a revolution of sorts, I suppose- but not the kind of revolution Lindsay Anderson wanted.
And with the prophecy unfulfilled what you're left with is little more than a revenge fantasy.
As revenge fantasy's go it's a good'un. When Christine Noonan plants a bullet in Peter Jeffery's forehead I'm cheering.
My headmaster was just like Jeffrey's character- profoundly conservative with a flashy liberal veneer- and clueless, utterly clueless.
But we've seen real school shootings in recent years. They're not like this.
My generation failed in its promise. That's what If says to me now. Where does Mick Travis go from here? The famous last stand on the chapel roof is witless, pointless, futile- so much meaningless violence. The only way they'll come down is dead or in handcuffs- and nothing will have changed.
2007-12-08 06:07 pm (UTC)
And my generation's too apaathetic. I envy the passion of the 60s.
If... Is truly magnificent.
I do think the 60s was a special decade.
If is special to me. It reflects so much of my adolescence.
Well, as a member of the generation right after yours - that is, you would have been of the right age to be my older brother if I'd had one, or something like that - I don't think that your generation failed in its promise. You gave us a good idea of how to question authority and the music cannot be faulted in many ways. Ken Kesey, Tom Wolfe, Allen Ginsberg (yes, he's a beat, but he really did some good stuff in the 1960s) - the writing wasn't half bad either.
The promise of violence is another story. There were quite a few people who fell heir to it. The Baader-Meinhof Group aka Red Army Faction and the Symbionese Liberation Army were examples of an acting-out of some of those violent fantasies which almost every adolescent has toward their parents and other authority figures, but the blunt truth is that really, not even the hippies were ready to destroy society and start again from scratch. Which is in my mind another reason for the post-bomb-apocalypse sci-fi movies/books during the '70s - you could get to start all over again without the guilt or bother of having to do the whole revolution yourself. Guilt-free revolution and you could blame the old farts for making the trouble.
But as you say it was a kid's revenge fantasy all the way. In the 1970s though there seemed to be, just for a moment, the possibility of it being acted out, which terrified the authorities to no end.
I used to think we were going to change the world and we didn't.
There's Tony Blair for instance. I used to think when my lot got into power it'd be all love-ins at the international conference table- instead of which we've been going to war more often and for less reason than at any time during my lifetime. Yeah the music was good and Ginsberg was cool but the changes are all on the surface.
I like what you say about all that post-apocalyptic fantasy stuff. I think you'r onto something there.