In their 1987 masterpiece A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism & Schizophrena, Deleuze and
Guattari structure their book like a refrain that permeates and transcends
various time frames. Indeed, in their own words the book ‘has very different
dates and speeds’ (p.3). They jump from the year 1914 through to 10,000BC, then
to 1923, 587BC forward to 1874, 133, back to 1730 etc; moving forwards and
backwards like a broken stylus skipping over thin grooves in a black vinyl record,
a memory or sound just audible in the distance through some half opened window
on a Spring morning. Parts of a track ring out and are then punctuated by
something new, a different mood.
It is to their chapter 1837: Of the Refrain that I
turn when thinking about aspects of the film Cloud Atlas and in particular the
piece of music Cloud Atlas Sextet that forms part of the narrative. The music is composed and becomes obscured by
its association with one sexualized gesture, a departure, a death (suicide),
and is the soundtrack in the film that connects different time frames and ideas.
A
child in the dark, gripped with fear, comforts himself by singing under his
breath. He walks and halts to his song. Lost, he takes shelter, or orients
himself with his little son as best he can. The son is like a rough sketch of a
calming and stabilizing, calm and stable, center in the heart of chaos. Perhaps
the child skips as he sings, hastens or slows his pace. But the son itself is
already a skip, it jumps from chaos to the beginnings of order in chaos as is
in danger of breaking apart at any moment’ (D & G, p.311)
The music is the rope that enables Meronym to reach the
top of the mountain – ‘you fall and I will catch you’ (remember Superman in
film of the same name assures Lois with these words), all ropes are that which
joins one thing to another, a bridge, a safe way across. ‘Our lives are not our
own’ (Sonmi - 45, Cloud Atlas), they sing a refrain, carried, if you like, if not
on the wind then on that which the wind moves softly on our thoughts and
actions; a spreading cone that spreads powerfully outwards, like the fallout from
an atomic mushroom cloud (and in the film a nuclear disaster is desired to
protect the interests of those who control the distribution of oil) – a butterfly
flaps its wings in one part of the world and a tsunami is generated in another Old Seoul will disappear under
water, but for the moment in the film it sits uncomfortably beside Neo Seoul. Each action just a small drop of water in an ocean comprised of millions of drops of water.
Old souls as well as new souls come into being in this strange and wonderful
song in which pure bloods (humans) are served by fabricants who survive by
being fed protein from flesh of recently killed clones of their own kind. We
think we are contained within our skin, our thoughts, our everyday actions,
sometimes significant, mostly not, just commonplace, ordinary for much of us
and yet that action thought resonates wider than we imagine.
‘This was the first time a full blood had been kind to me’
says Sonmi-45, a genetically engineered fabricant, slave worker and her non-anglo social status links her immediately
with Autua the ‘nigger’ stowaway, the wetback and the devil (always an
outsider) who tells Zachry (Tom Hanks) that Meronym the female offlander – a member of the Prescients
wishes to deceive him. In the film race transcends borders or challenges those
clear boundaries that we uphold, stop the boats, keep the asylum seekers out,
or make sure that the limits are well secured through senseless murder as in another contemporary
science fiction film Elysium. ‘I don’t not believe that we stay dead long’ is believed
by many of the characters in Cloud Atlas, but not by Rufus Sixsmith who holds
the bloodied body of his lover Robert Frobisher as he lies in the pure white
porcelain bath after committing suicide, but to Sonmi-45 ‘Death is only a door,
when you close it another opens’. And it this is just a portion of the refrain; the poetic melody that moves through the film. Highly recommended.
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