Boy A: What happens when a child murderer grows up?
"So fuckin' delicate, people...they die so easily," says a supporting character to the titular Boy A, whose barely audible two-word reply — "She didn't" — collapses his violent past into his remorseful present with offhand poignancy. Boy A knows that people don't always die easily, but he's haunted by firsthand knowledge of life's fragility.
Adapted by Mark O'Rowe from Jonathan Trigell's novel and directed by John Crowley, Boy A is a brutally soulful film that tells the tale of a young man trying to forge a new life and identity after serving time for a murder committed as a boy. The movie's strengths are many: marvelous performances; a pitch-perfect harmonizing of subplots within the main story; exquisitely but unobtrusively artful composition; a challenging script that makes seamless connections between issues of violence (both domestic and societal) and failed social contracts (in the family, school, workplace and pub); a scathing commentary on media fear-mongering and a gullible public that has let itself be too easily duped.
When the film begins, "Boy A" — Eric Wilson, a nationally notorious child murderer — is being released from a juvenile prison in Britain. Now an adult, Eric is introduced picking a new name, Jack Burridge, and prepping for life in a town far from the scene of his crime. Alfie Owen plays the psychically wounded pre-teen Eric; Andrew Garfield plays the adult Jack, investing him with an initially cloying tremulousness that soon blossoms into a more shaded sorrow. Jack's only connection to the past is his caseworker, Terry (Peter Mullan), who adores him like a son, much to the fury of Terry's own troubled son. At his new job, Jack's shy, good-hearted demeanor — he's childlike in many ways — quickly wins over his working-class co-workers and catches the eye of the ballsy, sexually assertive office manager, Michelle (Katie Lyons). As his new relationships deepen, Jack is torn between the desire to reveal his past to his mates and girlfriend and the need to protect his horrifying secret.
Directed by John Crowley. Written by Mark O'Rowe. Based on a novel by Jonathan Trigell. Starring Andrew Garfield, Alfie Owen, Peter Mullan, Taylor Doherty and Katie Lyons.
But the past keeps edging into the present via dreams and inopportune flashbacks, none of which the film announces or sets off in any special way, creating for the audience the same unsettling, boundary-leaping fusion of past and present that Jack experiences. The effect is to give the film a low-hum sense of tension and anxiety that slowly escalates. It's through these scenes that we learn about Jack's depressing childhood as a punching bag for bullies, a verbal target for scornful teachers and an unwanted nuisance to his parents. Not until he meets fellow schoolboy Philip (Taylor Doherty), a burgeoning sociopath who becomes his best friend and protector, does Jack experience his first loving relationship. Philip's own horrifying backstory, however, has made him a walking time bomb, and the duo's petty crimes soon culminate in the murder of a schoolgirl.
Refusing easy answers while leaving absolutely no question where it stands, Boy A is an unabashed bleeding-heart film, but a tough one. It believes in second chances and that human nature is composed of shades of gray. It would rather look into the roots and conditions that go into the making of society's so-called monsters than coast by on glib language about evil or corruption. Crowley, his cast and the script constantly reveal new layers to the characters, preventing simple labels like "hero" or "villain." These people are all cringingly human.
There are two especially strong notes struck in the film, which generally doesn't have a bum one: First, there's the way Boy A handles Philip's harrowing defense of Jack against the crew of bullies who terrorize him as a child. We've already been primed by the film to take the full and debilitating measure of everyday violence when Crowley turns the tables, and we find ourselves cheering the frenzied beating that Philip doles out. Understanding the human desire for revenge and the satisfaction violence can bring — especially when you feel that you're in the right — Crowley also knows it's a slippery slope, and he gradually underlines the horror of the moment without engaging in cheap "gotcha" moralizing. Second, the director and Katie Lyons rescue a "monster" of another stripe: Plump, quick-witted and sexually adventurous, Lyons's Michelle is the type of female character at whom the movies routinely sneer and turn into a caricature. Here, she's a thing of true beauty; we absolutely understand Jack's visceral attraction to Michelle and his anguish at the thought of losing her.
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