A ★★★★½ review of 12 Years a Slave (2013)
What can I write that hasn't already been said?
The films of Steve McQueen use, much like those of David Cronenberg, visceral, human, qualities to shape and tell their stories. Hunger dealt in blood, faeces and spittle, Shame was formed of sweat and semen and now 12 Years a Slave brings us tears, bile and slashed flesh. Where McQueen and Cronenberg divide, however, is in their sensibilities regarding the appropriation of these images. Cronenberg seems to rejoice in disgusting and terrifying his