The No.1 Ladies' Detective Agency

[poliphilo]

Botswana basks in the light of a never-ending afternoon. Is that golden glow for real, or did they achieve it with filters? You've got to suspect the latter, else why haven't we heard of this heaven on earth before? And why aren't all of us who can afford it living there?

I've just read a dismissive review in the Times. Their critic says Alexander McCall Smith's dialogue is unsayable. Oh, really?  I found it mannered but charming- like the dialogue in Wodehouse. I laughed a lot. And my worries about things turning out to be too insufferably whimsical were effectively chased off the field by Idris Elba's chilling turn as the local hard man.

Admittedly this is an indulgent outsider's view of Africa, the faces behind the camera were all white, the lead actors were all either British or American and the guiding sensibility is resolutely Anglo- in a tradition of gentle, pastoral comedy that goes back to the Forest of Arden and takes in Wodehouse, H.E. Bates, Whiskey Galore and the Vicar of Dibley. Nothing wrong with that. This is family entertainment, not documentary. This is a script co-authored by Richard Curtis.

Even so, we're talking about a landmark production- Mingella's last film, the first feature ever shot in Botswana- and when was the last time you saw a British movie in which every single cast member was black? Or a film about black people where race isn't an issue? Or a film in which the star- the radiant Jill Scott- is a black woman of "traditional build"? It seems unlikely but this unpretentious, sweet, little movie is both a marker and an agent of change. There is, after all, such a thing as a velvet revolution.

Comments

[heleninwales.livejournal.com]

I absolutely loathed the book and found it unsufferably patronising. This is a view very few people share, however, so I seem to be reading it wrong, or something.

I actually thought the dramatisation worked much better, perhaps because I expected less of it?

[frumiousb.livejournal.com]

I shared this feeling about the book, so much so that I could not bring myself to see the film. I didn't loathe it, but found it incredibly patronising and really wondered why others had not had the same reaction.

[heleninwales.livejournal.com]

This puzzles me too. Everyone had been raving about the books and they sounded interesting and so I was terribly disappointed when I didn't enjoy them. Oh, there were passages that I thought were moving (Mma Ramotswe's father's experience in the mines, for example), but I'd expected a sort of African Miss Marple, I suppose, and instead the cases were solved at a stroke with extremely simplistic solutions that just wouldn't have worked in reality. It was that, along with the constant chorus of how wonderful she was that made me feel it was patronising. It was like smiling indulgently at kiddies playing. Ugh!

But you're one of the few people I've come across who have had a similar reaction, so I remain mystified.

[brixtonbrood.livejournal.com]

You're far from alone - Dead Ringers took the books to pieces in some detail a few years ago - mostly attacking their failure as detective novels, and the constant choruses of how wonderful our heroine is.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I'd like to know what the Botswanans think of it. Do they feel patronised or are they just happy that the outside world is noticing their existence. I'll admit it does bother me that no Africans seem to have been involved in the project- except as extras- unless McCall Smith counts as one.