Piece People
Have you ever noticed that films set in Ireland
feature landscapes? Patchwork green fields dotted with
sheep, thatch-roofed cottages, and a jagged rocky
coastline kicking up seaspray are so prevalent in such
films that they seem characters unto themselves.
Familiar, touristy-type images, they situate us
immediately, not just literally, but also
nostalgically, serving as a kind of mental shorthand
for an idea of Ireland that is pastoral, rustic, and
quaint. Barry Levinson's latest film, An Everlasting Piece, opens with just such imagery. I had a little
sinking feeling when I saw the sweeping landscape
shots, worried that they were leading to those "Irish"
characters. And so I was pleasantly surprised when
that stock view of the Irish countryside was disrupted
and replaced by a cheesy, decidedly un-pretty poster
imploring us to "Visit Northern Ireland." "Maybe," I
thought, "This film will be different."
Then again, maybe not. Written by and starring Brian
McEvoy, An Everlasting Piece takes place in Belfast
"sometime during the 1980s," a highly turbulent period
in the ongoing conflict in Northern Ireland. Colm
O'Neil (McEvoy) has just started his new job as a
barber at the Ballybacky Mental Hospital, one of only
5 Catholic employees among an almost totally Catholic
patient population. Colm's girlfriend Bronagh (Anna
Friel), one of the other four Catholic employees,
explains the demographics to Colm. Just in case there
is an audience member who hasn't seen the news since,
like, 1970, the film uses this conversation and some
supposedly comic comparisons between the Catholic and
Protestant neighborhoods to illustrate Colm's inferior
position in society (and by extension, the position of
Belfast's Catholics generally).
Colm's co-worker and fellow barber is a somewhat
timid, poetry-writing Protestant named George (Brian
F. O'Byrne). Mismatched by politics and personalities,
the two nonetheless hit it off and we have the central
twosome in what will essentially be a buddy flick.
Colm has been working at the hospital all of a few
days when he and George come across a golden
opportunity: A new patient (Billy Connolly), it turns
out, formerly had a monopoly on selling toupees in
Northern Ireland until he lost his mind and scalped
four of his clients. Colm and George convince The
Scalper, as he's called, to turn over his client list
to them. They establish their new company, "The Piece
People" and using a bi-partisan approach, set out to
provide youthful good looks by way of wigs to all of
Northern Ireland's bald men, Catholic and Protestant
alike. Unfortunately for them, it turns out that two
other guys had the same idea, and have established a
rival company, "Toupee or Not Toupee." The wig
supplier meets with both companies and sets up a sales
contest: whoever sells the most toupees by midnight on
Christmas Eve will get the monopoly, and the other
will be out of business.
Scrambling to win the contest, Colm and George work
past, or at least in spite of, their prejudices:
George tries to sell a toupee to a Catholic priest,
using the hair's source (nuns) as the primary selling
point; Colm calls himself "as Orange as they come" for
a Protestant customer. But as usually happens in buddy
films, a crisis arises that threatens to divide the
two for good. It's all well and good to sell toupees
to ordinary citizens, regardless of their political
affiliation. But when the key to winning the contest
means selling the wigs to partisan clients -- balding
Provisional I.R.A. soldiers looking for disguises or
British soliders suffering from stress-related
Alopecia -- the stakes change. George and Colm must
determine whether they can deal with each other as
individual people, rather than seeing each other as
"enemies," tokens of the larger conflict.
Unfortunately, the film has already cast George and
Colm as Protestant and Catholic tokens respectively,
so that any decision to heal the friendship
automatically expands to "national" proportions.
I won't give away the ending, but I do think it's
worth noting that despite its obvious
oversimplification of the political issues, An Everlasting Piece subverts some of the very formulas
it uses, much as it does with the opening landscape
shots. While generally, it is a buddy film, it doesn't
subscribe to the hypermasculine, often violent and
misogynistic themes of which that genre often seems to
be a proponent. Instead of, say, ass-kicking,
gun-toting crime fighters or criminals, the film
offers relatively passive hairdressers, one of whom
fancies himself a poet. Instead of relentlessly
reaffirming the virility of its male characters, it
highlights, in overt ways, their anxiety about their
masculinity. Soldiers, farmers, factory workers -- all
seemingly rough and rugged men at first sight -- are
shown to be insecure and vain, worried about aging and
looks. And even if you don't see as feminized, in the
sense that they appear vain and superficial, the film
makes a point of showing that most of the men who
purchase the toupees do so, by their own admission, to
appeal to the women in their lives. If that's the
case, then men are unwitting victims of women's
superficiality, merely trying to reestablish their guy
desirability.
The film also tries to undermine some typical
components of films about Ireland, but with less
success than it does with the buddy motif. Yes, it
casts away that preconceived notion of Ireland as that
aesthetically appealing beachscape, but only to
replace it with equally stereotypical images of
Ireland as plagued by war and fanatical, with
checkpoints and soldiers and barbed wire and bombed
out buildings. Politically motivated murals show up
everywhere in the film, dwarfing characters as they
walk past so they seem insignificant compared to the
"Troubles." Levinson presents these visual
manifestations of and responses to the strife more as
a matter of fact than anything else. Colm and George
pass through British checkpoints with little alarm;
soldiers hold mirrors under cars to check for bombs
and people are nervous, but the practice isn't foreign
to them. And though the film tries to represent each
political side similarly -- sympathetic but also
buffoons -- the equilibrium is hard to maintain once
it moves beyond broad characterizations and into
actual discourse. When Colm, George, and Bronagh go to
meet with the Alopecia-stricken British soldiers,
Bronagh explains that these young men, mostly on the
bomb squad, are losing their hair in huge clumps from
the stress. "Why isn't our hair falling out then?"
Colm asks. Bronagh's reply is simple, but infinitely
more powerful and telling than an onslaught of
war-torn visuals: "I guess we're used to it."