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Times
Interview with Jimmy McGovern
SCOUSE
GRIT by Robert Crampton
Jimmy
McGovern wrote Cracker, the biggest - and best - television drama
hit of the last two years: 13 and a half million viewers, lots of
awards for McGovern and the lead actor, Robbie Coltrane. Jimmy
McGovern wrote Hearts and Minds, which has just concluded on
Channel 4. Hearts and Minds was, unusually, advertised on the
strength of its writer's name. Jimmy McGovern is writing two other
television dramas and a third series of Cracker for broadcast
later this year, early next. And now Jimmy McGovern has written
Priest, which will open in British cinemas this Friday. Jimmy
McGovern starts to look like a power in the screenwriting land.
Jimmy McGovern starts to look like the flavour of the Nineties so
far. What flavour is that then? Well, his credentials say he is
gritty northern social realist soapbox flavour, very strong, extra
topping, big side order of chips on shoulder, hold any more subtle
ingredients. And, superficially, his subject matter says that too.
If you hadn't seen McGovern's work, but you knew that it was all
set up north and dealt, as the phrase has it, in the harsh
realities of inner city life, and that it all carried the
signature headbutt of north-west drama, then you might be well on
the way to concluding that this man has more to do with the
Seventies than the Nineties. You would be wrong. Hearts and Minds,
for instance, set in a school, was all set to be classic
blame-the-Tories television. But: ``it's too bloody easy to blame
the government. Teachers are quite well-paid actually.'' McGovern
did not ignore the economic realities of the dole queue, but
neither did he ignore individual human beings: behaving badly,
behaving decently in a mess not all of their making, but not all
of some system's making either. Times change, good writers change
with them and McGovern is about as spot-on contemporary as they
come, which is why he and his work, and what his work represents,
are so interesting.
But
first, those credentials. Let's go back to 1949, and examine them.
Jimmy McGovern is born, the fifth of what will be the nine
children of a working-class Catholic couple in a two up, two down
in Liverpool. His dad works "in a bakehouse''. Jimmy is
bright at school - "we were all bright, really''- can write
well, but he can't, or won't, talk. Up until he is eight or nine,
he makes only noises, comprehensible solely to his older brother
Joey. "I had a lot of time to meself as a kid. There were so
many people in the family to watch, I'd just watch people. If me
parents had had a row, I was aware. You know as a child you are,
you feel for these things. And I'd watch for those moments.'' So,
he is bright and sensitive and a bit unhappy. For a writer, the
best possible start. He passes the 11 plus, goes to a grammar
school run by Jesuits, still has a bad stammer. "They had a
Mass attendance register and you had to say `9 o'clock mass and
holy communion', I couldn't say `nine'. I'd go `N-n-n-n-n-n-'. I
used to do this (he bangs his hand against his hip) to be able to
speak and the other kids would all imitate that in the playground.
But I was strong, fit.Small but strong. So I would stick up for
meself. But I wouldn't hurt anybody, I could always put myself in
their position.'' He is closer to his mother than his father.
"Up until I was 21 I wanted to kill him. I'm sure we all
do.'' No we don't. "Well, you know, he was me dad. You're
young, your body's changing, you're frustrated, and there's this
male figure....''
So,
he is bright, sensitive, a bit unhappy, persecuted, aggressive and
he has a problem with his dad. So much the better. Jimmy is good
at English, enjoys it, wants to be a journalist, doesn't lack the
confidence, but rather the knowledge, "I just didn't know how
to go about it,'' and besides, he hates school, hates the priests,
feels a bit isolated as one of the few poor boys there -
"they didn't understand the problems that poverty brings.''
So he leaves at 16 and - this was the Sixties - goes from one job
to another as he pleases, a "Bolshie bastard, I'd insult
someone and walk out.'' So, he is all of the above, and he is
unfulfilled, resentful and he doesn't much like other forms of
authority either. He turns up, aged 21, working in a hotel in the
Lake District. There, he meets Eileen. They marry and, back in
Liverpool, have three children, bang bang bang, and then Jimmy -
"I've never worn a condom in my life'' - has a vasectomy at
23. "The wife came for me in the clinic eight months pregnant
pushing two children, the nurses must have been howling with
laughter.'' The couple live in a tower block, then get a mortgage
off the council and buy a little house. McGovern goes to Anfield.
He watches Z-Cars, "set in Huyton, yeah, we were all into
that'', and Coronation Street, "it was good then, Ken Barlow
was radical.'' He is a car worker, a chemical worker, a bus
conductor, he runs pretty much the while gamut of unglamorous,
semi-skilled, working class male jobs. He's in the union, but he's
not especially active. So, now he is all of the above, but he is
also bored, badly paid, going nowhere. And suddenly we are up to
the mid Seventies, and the jobs aren't coming so easily anymore.
So what does he do? He trains to be a teacher, of course. No,
that's not fair. What happened was this. He still harboured the
ambition to write, he has written "a few short stories,
poems, lousy poems'' but he has started going to writers'
workshops. There, he was coaxed back into education, he
rediscovered a love of books, he trained and, brimful of idealism,
he became an English teacher in an inner city comprehensive.
Those
readers who watched Hearts and Minds, which was about a former car
worker who becomes an English teacher in an inner city
comprehensive, wants to change the world and finds he can't, will
know the next bit: McGovern captured neither hearts nor minds, or
not enough to make it worthwhile. His idealism dried up. Was
teaching as bad - pupils cynical, staff decayed - as he depicted
it on screen? "It was worse, a lot worse. He tells one story
by way of example, which Hearts and Minds viewers will recognise:
"I was out with my wife and kids, I think it was in the
school holidays, and a load of kids started hurling abuse. I
snapped, chased them, caught them all bar one kid, and he brought
a guy round to my house. Big fella. Hard. A builder. Can you
imagine, a Saturday afternoon, my kids all small, and there's this
maniac knocking shite out of my door, wanting to come in and kill
me?'' Unsurprisingly, McGovern persisted with his writing. He was
30 and running out of time, but he was beginning to get a bit of
work staged in local theatres and then Alan Bleasdale, another
Liverpudlian writer with a beard who used to be a teacher, just a
few years older than McGovern but already successful with Boys
From the Blackstuff, did him a favour. "I'd just got a play
on and I'd fallen out with them all in the theatre,'' says
McGovern. "Bleasdale took me to a pub, we had a few pints and
he told me the facts of life.'' What were they? "He said:
'keep that (mouth) shut and these (ears) open. You're far too
young and inexperienced to be mouthing off. These people are good,
these people can teach you things'. Stuff like that.''
McGovern
took at least half the advice, kept his ears open, and found that
his route back out lay down Brookside close. He joined the Channel
4 soap as a regular writer in 1983, in the days when the channel
was still embarrassingly and self-consciously hot on its politics.
He wrote mainly for the Grants, a working-class Catholic family,
and he discovered, and it must have been a sweet discovery, that
his background became an advantage. He says that, yes, he
"exhaustively played the class card to get my ideas
incorporated into the storyline.'' How so? "I just argued
that my ideas were somehow more real and more valid because I knew
the working class.'' Shameless, no? "Oh yeah. But we're
talking about a commission for a few thousand quid, you know what
I mean?'' McGovern stayed with Brookside for six years. Brookside
was good to him. The money was good. The discipline of turning out
scripts quickly was good. The culture and tone - set by Phil
Redmond, another working class Liverpudlian - suited him. And
he began to change, began to mature as a dramatist, away from
Seventies agitprop towards the impressive psychological complexity
of Cracker and Priest. It was a slow process. He says he looks
back at his Brooksides now (he wrote about 80 episodes) and thinks
they suffered because the characters were mouthpieces for him and
what he had to say then wasn't that interesting. "I had me
Belgrano speech, about a lot of young men dying in the south
Atlantic to cheer us up and re-elect Thatcher, and I kept putting
it in and they kept taking it out, and eventually Bobby Grant did
make that speech, but...you learn your characters have to have
free will.''
This
realisation came alongside a political change. McGovern - along
with many others of a left-of-centre disposition - has lost his
faith in "isms and systems and long words'' over the last 15
years. He turned instead to the more reliable, more rewarding
drama of people, their problems and their search for solutions.
Again, his own evolution was slow. In the mid Eighties, for
instance, he defended the Militant Tendency and Derek Hatton -
"I thought it was easy to have a go at him, which is why I
felt doubly betrayed when he was revealed as the kind of man he
was.'' He says: "All the people I met who would profess to be
of the left and principled socialists, their personal lives were
bag o' shite. Dreadful people.'' Means became more important than
ends. He also got to the point where his credentials ceased to be
something to be displayed and became a wonderful preparation for
writing accurately about the motivations and behaviour of human
beings in difficult situations. That is what gives Cracker its
force: psychological insight so raw that when Fitz, the criminal
psychologust played by Coltrane, is accused of being "an
emotional rapist'' you feel it could apply to his creator too. He
is employing not academic psychology, not pop psychology either,
but a psychology of the streets and the home. In Cracker, men are
unfaithful; women want love; crime hurts people; they want
revenge; lives are complicated or ruined by betrayal, guilt,
desire, lust, flattery, deception; people have affairs and they
forgive each other because they feel fear and guilt and
compassion; they use brute power and violence and anything to hand
to impose themselves on others; but they also try to love and
understand one another. McGovern didn't need to go off and do
research: he knew all this already. So, for the last five years,
McGovern has been steadily sharpening this talent for writing
about what he knows, taking experience that as a younger, less
confident man he might have been either ashamed or boastful of,
and steadily mining it as top quality drama.
For
instance, Fitz is an addictive gambler. So was McGovern. In his
twenties he was compulsive, horses and dogs. "I remember
once, I'd just been paid. The World Cup was on, and I went over to
find the price of East Germany vs Brazil. Quarter of an hour later
I walked out skint.'' He got over it by "getting into books
and stuff. Now I have a bet, I can afford not to chase my losses.
I think gambling's creative, fills a creative void, you can turn
round and say `I was right.' Now, I have the writing.'' And, like
Fitz, McGovern smokes, and likes a drink, and "can be a pain
in the arse when you know you should drop a subject, but you
don't.'' And, like Fitz, he adds, "I'm Catholic.'' Gub
Neal, McGovern's original producer on Cracker, says that what
makes him so good is that "he takes the audience to the edge,
looks at life harshly, but ultimately they know they can trust,
morally trust, the man telling them the story.'' Cracker was about
explaining the social and psychological causes of wrong-doing,
while still condemning it. Very modern, very "tough on crime,
tough on the causes of crime,'' as in the Tony Blair soundbite. In
Cracker, you get a measure of moral complexity, but you do not get
moral relativism - or worse - the moral vacuum of Pulp Fiction or
Leon. The idea of glorifying murder is anathema to McGovern. (He
thinks, for instance, that it is "a crying shame that a guy
called Leslie Grantham can appear on our screens. He's killed a
man!'') When Detective Chief Inspector Billborough was stabbed in
the last series of Cracker, the viewer was left in no doubt that
this was an act of immense immorality - analyzable, explicable
even - but wrong. "Often I give the insane people beautiful
lines, but they've killed people, and they will suffer for it.''
Now that McGovern lives in "a nice suburb called Woolton,
semi-detached, with trees outside,'' the working-class label can't
stick so firmly. But the Catholic one can, you can't change that.
He seldom goes to mass, he doubts his belief in God, but "I
was taught to analyse my conscience, all the time, from the age of
12'' and he still does that, and he still believes in right and
wrong. Priest is about the conflict between human desires - some
of them dark and evil, others not, but regarded as so in Catholic
doctrine - and the moral absolutes of that doctrine, and about how
those absolutes are worthless unless people act to uphold them.
In
Priest, McGovern goes further into the sort of taboo subjects that
he has begun to explore in Cracker. In Priest, a man is committing
incest, a priest discovers this in the confessional and fails to
act, because the ritual of the seal has become more important than
the moral imperative that gave rise to it, and because the priest
has problems enough of his own due to his homosexuality. The
depiction of priests is sympathetic, remarkably so given
McGovern's formative years. The message is "the pursuit of
common decency''. The "insane'' man here, the perpetrator of
the incest, certainly gets some beautiful lines. "His
argument is packed with logic,'' says McGovern. "What he says
has a core truth. He says, if incest were so unimaginable then why
all the taboos?'' He goes on: "Where I grew up, the council
and the state couldn't give a shit what sort of conditions we
lived in. But what was strictly laid down was the sleeping
arrangements. Why would they go to all that trouble unless
lingering there was this fear of incest? I think it lies at the
root of many things.'' Has he...did he ever have those feelings
for his own daughters? "No, never. I would never hurt them in
any way. But I believe there's more than a grain of truth in what
that incestuous father says.'' The question bothers him, because
when we meet again a week later, he says. "Incest. I gave it
loads of thought after you asked me. If you as a writer admit that
it goes on, and it does go on, and you have to write a speech
about it, what do you, as a writer, write? If you had to give that
man, the perpetrator of that crime, a rationale, what would you
do? I kept on thinking about it. Most men don't feel it. I've
gotta say I've never felt it. But some men do. As a writer, you
are forced to write through their psyche. When something evil and
supposedly unimaginable happens, what do you do?'' At the end of
the film, in a deliberate reversal of roles, the priest is
forgiven by the girl. "This guy who thinks he's evil, has let
this girl down, she has every right to condemn him, but she
forgives. Who gives communion then? Who is the priest? It's the
Crucifixion. It's bleeding, battered humanity on a cross, you
know. Dying for a belief, and that belief is one of compassion for
all.'' It sounds like heavy stuff, it's not. It's good stuff, and
it's a long way from Bobby Grant ranting about the General
Belgrano.
McGovern
started writing Priest - before Cracker was a hit - as a
television series. Then it became a film, and he had to throw four
and a half hours away. "I saw the example of Lynda La Plante,
had a hit with Prime Suspect and got all the bottom drawer stuff
out and it was shite. I didn't do that. What became Priest wasn't
what I had been writing.'' The film has an American distribution
deal, "with all the bums cut out.'' Is he cynical about his
current popularity in media-land? "Oh God yeah. I'm glad it's
happened now, not 15 years ago. Fifteen years ago I might have
believed it.'' Fifteen years ago he would have been glad of the
money. He still speaks with an occasional stammer. He is an
anxious man, away from Liverpool at least, worried about getting
back to Euston in time, thinking that he will probably find a seat
in the dining car - "it's a businessman-free zone, going
back'' - worried about refusing any offer of work in case it all
dries up, though he's "got a good few bob stashed away.'' An
anxious man, with a bit of lingering scalliness that does not
convince, friendly, attentive. At home, he says he works - he
keeps a big poster of Coltrane on the wall to frighten him into
making his scripts better - and he plays cards on a Friday night,
and goes to the bingo with his mother on a Wednesday, and watches
television with Eileen, stays low profile. There is none of the
anger, nor the complexity that one assumes is there, on show.
"My anger depends on where I am. Back home, with people that
have got every right to be angry, I'm the mildest person, I'm the
peacemaker...among my family, the neighbours. But I can understand
that anger. In the world of the media, I can indulge myself. I can
act the part of a northern working-class man in this alien
environment. I've got a thick Scouse accent, that's quite
impressive sometimes. It's games, isn't it? I've always exploited
guilt. It's really interesting when black people try to exploit
white guilt and there's no white guilt there because the whites
have been treated like shit as well. There are some areas in
northern cities where whether you're white or black, you're not
gonna get a job. It's the same as feminists trying to exploit male
guilt. I just love all that because I think it's a pile of
bullshit. A decent person's a decent person, for God's sake.''
The
Unofficial Guide To Cracker 1999-2006
(http://www.crackertv.co.uk)
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