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Debate: should actors play characters of a different race?

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Yes

Tom Posa

When Exodus: Gods and Kings was released in December with an all-white cast playing ancient Egyptian and Hebrew characters, there was a predictable outcry over the ‘whitewashing’ present in the film. In the entertainment industry, white people, and particularly white men, are disproportionately represented. This is indisputable.

No one would advocate for a return to Hollywood of yesteryear, when white actors frequently acted in ‘blackface’ (as did Laurence Olivier in a screen adaption of Othello) or adopted racial caricatures to play characters of different races. But this does not mean that actors shouldn’t be able to play characters of other races.

There is clearly artistic merit in being able to cast characters of a different race. It can lend an interesting interpretation to a classic play: look at the Royal Shakespeare Company’s staging of Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar with an all-black cast in 2013. By using an all-black cast, the RSC was able to stage a modern interpretation of the play set against the background of an African state in turmoil.

This kind of cross-cultural interpretation is partially what helps to keep classical literature relevant, as well as exposing audiences across the world to the other cultures.

But I don’t really think anyone would dispute the value of permitting the kind of case above, even though the real life characters depicted in the play were explicitly European. Nor, I think, would most people disagree with Idris Elba being cast as the next Bond, which has been widely speculated recently, even though there is no particular artistic reason for having a black Bond as there was for having a black Julius Caesar.

The real issue under discussion here is whether we allow white actors to play non-white characters, in cinema, the theatre, and on television. To return to the example of Exodus, it seems that the problem is that Western actors of ethnic minority backgrounds are underrepresented compared to their share of the population in Western countries. But barring white actors from individual casting decisions on the basis of this systematic problem (if you do believe it to be a systematic problem) seems misguided at best.

If you want to address the systematic problem, there are much better, and fairer, means of addressing the underlying issues. Fund special programmes for drama students and young actors of ethnic minority backgrounds. Directors can make special efforts to seek and cast black actors more often. But saying to an aspiring actor that, on the basis of their race, they are going to be excluded from even being considered for the part amounts to no more than racism. The problem of underrepresentation will never be solved by excluding white actors from some parts due to a logic of increasing minority representation.

I am not suggesting by any means that we have a white man play Nelson Mandela in the next biopic of his life, or that we have a black Reagan. There are obviously some cases where it is absolutely imperative to have an actor of the same race as the character, if solely in order to provide an accurate depiction of historical persons. But the relevance and value of characters like Moses, Bond, or Julius Caesar in cinematic depiction does not come from their race, and so there is no imperative that the actor portraying these characters be of any specific race.

 

No

Tom Robinson

I cannot argue that it is never acceptable for actors to play characters of a different race. An actor’s performance can be so compelling that, regardless of their race compared to that of their character, the person was just made for the role. Morgan Freeman excelled as Ellis Boyd ‘Red’ Redding in The Shawshank Redemption despite the fact that in the book from which the film is adapted, Red is a redheaded Irishman. You will never hear me say that Freeman shouldn’t have starred in Shawshank.

However, as the 2014 film Exodus: Gods and Kings proved to me, there is a tension in my beliefs. The film, detailing the exodus of the Jews from Egypt, saw all the lead roles played by white actors, which riled me (and plenty of others too).

When such ‘whitewashes’ occur, I do sometimes find it unacceptable for actors to play characters of a different race. While I am happy to endorse cross-race casting in some instances, I am less than happy in others. The liberal in me begs for the colour-blind approach – that matters of race are completely irrelevant. But another part of me, that which believes in social equality and justice, decries the bias towards Caucasian casting.

It might be argued that the most annoying thing isn’t a distinction between Caucasian and non-Caucasian actors, but the fact that historical characters are being played by people of the wrong race.

It could be said that my indifference, encouragement even, of Morgan Freeman playing Red is because the character is fictional. On the other hand, because we consider Moses and Joshua to have actually existed, it is, in fact, the factual inaccuracy that annoys me.

I would not be annoyed by a black casting of James Bond or Annie Bennett simply because in these instances it does not matter. They are fictional characters. But would I find it odd if Idris Elba were cast to play Harold Wilson or Winston Churchill? Perhaps.

While this may explain some of my unease, however, I think my inconsistency stems from something deeper. To me, Exodus’ casting choices are symptomatic of a system that unfairly discriminates against, intentionally or otherwise, black and ethnic minority actors in Western films. That not a single nonwhite actor was nominated in the four major categories of the Academy Awards this year is outrageous. Perhaps there were no standout black performances this year, but that seems to be more because nonwhite actors did not get the airtime and opportunities they deserved, rather than bad, or inferior, acting.

I’ve already spoken of Morgan Freeman and Idris Elba, but there are so many talented non-white actors that could and should be playing leading roles. Oscar Isaac, Nate Parker, David Oyelowo, Lupita Nyong’o have all had phenomenal acting performances recently. These film stars deserve to be cast in high-profile roles. 

Until that happens regularly and we do not feel like blockbuster films are being ‘whitewashed’, I do think it is unacceptable for white actors to play non-white characters, fictional or otherwise.

I know my argument is inconsistent. Is it ever acceptable for actors to play characters of a different race? Yes. But is it acceptable for actors today, especially white actors, to play characters of a different race? No. Pervasive unfairness in our attitudes towards race in film means that we should not deny non-white actors the spotlight they deserve.

We should stop describing acts as being extremist

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Following the attacks on Paris, the word ‘extremism’ has been in the news a lot recently. However, when discussing if ‘extremism’ is ever justifiable, it is apparent that this term has come to be used almost universally as a criticism of actions with which the writer disagrees. As a result, in using the word ‘extremism’, nothing is said about the act itself; all that is shown is the speaker/writer disagreeing with the act.

The first problem with trying to justify ‘extremism’ is that it is a subjective description, with different meanings for each person. Extremism can change for people over time. This can be seen in Conservative Party members’ reactions to Nelson Mandela; in 1985, a small youth group went as far as to publish posters calling for his hanging. Upon his death, however, Mandela was lauded by leading Conservatives as a hero and freedom fighter rather than an extremist. It seems that when we ‘justify extremism’, we are only justifying our version of it.

The change in perception of Mandela demonstrates another part of the problem; inherent in the description ‘extremist’ is a criticism. The difficulty is that in describing an act as ‘extremist’, what is being suggested is that that act was out of proportion to what it was reacting against. But if a tank is advancing towards your family home with the intention of destroying it, trying to stop it by violent means is not extremist, despite being an extreme act. Implicit in using the term is a judgement that we feel some acts are not reasonable in relation to what they are reacting against.
Using ‘extreme’ instead of ‘extremism’ describes only comparisons with alternative acts and says nothing about what they are in response to. It involves no predispositions. And so, a more useful question is: will any of the extreme acts in 2015 be justified?

Justification of extreme acts depends on the answers to three questions: what are they fighting for, what is it in response to, and what alternatives are there? Violent action towards another individual is generally seen as justifiable when in response to violence, when what causes someone to act in this way is the desire to stop oppression, and when it is reasonable to think that there is no viable alternative way of achieving this end. Committing an act of violence then is most likely to be justifiable if it aims to secure freedom from oppression. Without an aim, all justification is lost.

Whether violent acts can ever be justified turns on whether there are any acts, committed out of desire for freedom, which are committed both in response to violent suppression and where there seems little viable alternative. History is rife with examples of undeniable and obvious violent suppression by states. Around every recent Zimbabwean election, before the Syrian Civil War started, and in many pre-2011 Northern African countries, the states in question were involved in the deaths of hundreds of dissenting citizens.

An alternative to extreme acts is to pursue change via legal methods. Yet, even if this does work, it often proceeds at a very slow pace. The legal fights against slavery, against colonial rule and for women’s franchise each spanned a century.

While social media enables dissidents to coordinate and mobilise faster today, such avenues themselves will not cause oppressive leaders to fall.

It is easy for us to call on the oppressed to take non-violent routes, being largely free already. However, if legal routes can take longer than a lifetime, are the oppressed not justified in using violence to secure what they rightfully should have?

In 2015 there are still many cases where people are oppressed and have no ability to dissent legally and peacefully. In Mauritania, for example, ten per cent of the population are estimated to be slaves. For people across the world, where no clear alternative exists, extreme acts may not turn out to be the most successful, but they can certainly be justified.

Creaming Spires HT15 Week 1

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So, dry spells. Hell on earth. The ultimate enemy. A deathly desert. The feeling when you’re so frustrated that your head is swimming with clichés to illustrate your pain. I’m sure you’ve been there before, but you don’t have a forum to yell it out at strangers, so just shut up and listen to my ramblings. If you’re at all sane you probably don’t want to yell it at strangers anyway, but that’s beside the point.

Far from being the island of debauchery that I usually carefully cultivate, my life has recently taken a ghastly turn. There are no dirty little games and sexy nights anywhere, and I wail in a corner, alone. The reason? Bloody coursework. You don’t need a crazy student to tell you stress and sex don’t work together. After a day of hard work, it could be a perfect release, but if that day of hard work is followed by another and then another and the deadline’s coming and you haven’t started planning how many all-nighters you can do without dying, then sex is usually the last thing on your mind. People tell me that’s normal.

In our little bubble of spires, most of us have experienced the crushing feeling of utter panic and accompanying loss of libido. Well, it’s a first for me, and I don’t like it. And I started liking it even less when I tried to do something about it, and failed completely. Having finally managed to arrange an evening off furious typing, I was hopeful to get a little boost from a handsome male.

Since I had a suitable one available, arrangements were not a problem. He wasn’t a problem either; knowing me and my body well, he is skilled at making me happy. Despite all that, I just couldn’t get into it. It was impossible to relax with snippets of my essay flashing before my eyes. In the end, after reassuring my poor friend that no, he hadn’t done anything wrong, I returned to my cold bed with a strong sense of failure and disappointment. If I’m not good at my subject AND at sex, what am I good at? If I can’t control my body and its pleasure, what can I control? An identity crisis entered full bloom. I don’t think my coursework benefited from its creator’s frustration…

Of course, there is the obvious masturbation, but I’m a social beast. I can’t do it alone all the time. There are only so many ways to satisfy oneself, and sometimes all I want is a sexy someone to bite my neck. They havn’t invented a toy for that yet.

Humans need sleep, food, and sex. I’ve been having only one of them in satisfactory quantity (thank the Universe for lemon and coriander houmous), and this is the terrifying result. If you see a wild-eyed girl wandering the streets and ogling you, don’t be mean. Ask me out. It’ll be fun.

Maybe.

A tragic architectural regeneration

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After two years of studying French and Spanish, the time had come to start planning my year abroad. I applied to teach English for the British Council in the Academy of Rouen and eventually learnt that I’d successfully made it onto the programme and had been posted to Le Havre.

However, following my initial relief that I was moving to a respectably sized town and not a tiny village in the middle of nowhere, heard conflicting accounts of the place. As it is one of the country’s biggest ferry ports, many people I know have driven through the town and described it as being uniformly grey and grim. A lot of my French friends said the same thing, which was more worrying.

Yet at the same time, tourist guides assured me that the city was in fact a UNESCO World Heritage Site. When I looked online, I started to wonder if UNESCO ever awarded heritage status out of pity; I spent about 20 minutes trying to adjust the contrast on my computer screen before finally accepting that the city was actually that grey.

Le Havre isn’t particularly exotic or far-flung, with the nearest big city after Rouen being Portsmouth, but this did mean I was was able to take a ferry directly into the town. The distance is not too far, but the night crossing isdeliberately slowed to eight hours so passengers can arrive well-rested and refreshed at eight in the morning French time.

Sleepless and tired, I watched the town appear before me and realised that UNESCO was right after all. It was true that, as far as the eye could see, the buildings were all square, sombre, and made of concrete; but somehow, instead of looking bleak, they caught the morning sun and gave off a strange golden glow.

I could see why some people would write it off as an eyesore, especially in poor weather, but in the late September light it had an austere charm. What I was looking at was the downtown ‘Perret’ quarter, named after the architect Auguste Perret who rebuilt this city in his own unique style after it was substantially bombed in the Second World War.

I had read that this had happened, but it was not until a few days after my arrival that I learnt it was the British who bombed Le Havre, something for which many older generations in Le Havre still resent us for.

I discovered this British impact on Le Havre when I was told the history of the town by Marcel, a teacher from the school where I would be working. He told me the town fell to German forces early in the war and, although the Nazis had a presence here, it was in no way significant enough to justify the extent of the Allies’ bombing campaign.

According to him, the destruction was financially motivated. Although the French were allies of the British in the war, France was one of our main economic rivals during peacetime and, as Le Havre was one of their busiest and most lucrative ports, the British bombed it heavily. The destruction was so extensive that from the train station, you could see all the way to the beach two kilometres away.

Marcel also told me that the new city was built directly onto the rubble, two metres higher than the old one. We lapsed into silence. I didn’t know whether I should apologise or not. It seemed like the British thing to do, so I did.

Bexistentialism HT15 Week 1

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Oxford time, as I/you/he/she/you/it has said before, ticks to a curious time. But if you ever want a recalibration into the logistics of time, all you need to do is sit through a collection.Blatantly named for their purpose for you to collect together all thoughts on your own inadequacy, there isn’t a minute which is not felt.

But I’m not going to write about that. Nor the fact that I have a permanent-ink-cartridge-fountain-pen which means I am forced, by being pretentious enough to use a fountain pen, to bring a pot of ink to exams in case it needs refilling.

I’m not even going to discuss those who smugly flex their fingers as they gaze at their work, the words “gosh aren’t I just awfully clever” leaking from their mind like the socially incoherent fuckers that they are (not.bitter).

With my collection taking place on Saturday morning, the rest of the day is fated. And thus it is unsurprising that I wake up the next day with the remnants of costume and face paint, and struggle out of my room to the torturous reminder that daylight is a thing.

I wade through existence into the shower, and exhale as the hot water (turned only half on, a weak student shower being too much for my frail body) trickles onto my cowering skin. And it is as I sigh, of course, that I remember. Last night I lost my keys.

As I like to believe I’m not the only useless person in Oxford, I assume that you, fair reader, may understand that familiar thud in the stomach. By the time I find myself, hours later, searching the field by the Sports Pavillion for my keys, the thud has become a steady metronome.

My stomach is thudding unnecessarily out of time with my thumping head. It seems the skies have swallowed them up. Quickly, what was meant to be a free and simple Bop, turns into an £80 extravaganza. Yes. Replacement keys cost £7.50 more than a passport(on which I was forced to splurge days before).

I may start to claim that these columns are myriads of fibbery. It’sthe only way I’ll be recovering any pride. Fittingly, an image returns to my head. One leg either side of the Catz fence, I make eye contact with people in a ground floor bedroom. Their sober faces, even through my inebriated mist, are clearly etched with disbelief at Stupid Girl On Fence. Oh strangers, if only you knew how right you were.

Oxford University to pay Living Wage

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Oxford University has confirmed that it is going to become an accredited Living Wage employer in April 2015. Oriel and Wadham have also announced that they will be following Hertford in becoming accredited. 

Stephen Goss, Pro-Vice-Chancellor (Personnel and Equality) commented, “I am very pleased that the University is taking this step. It guarantees the Living Wage to all our employees and will ensure that, as we revise or set up new agreements, the staff of contractors who work regularly on our premises also receive the Living Wage.

“Today’s announcement represents the culmination of several years of constructive working with students who, with the support of OUSU, have been campaigning for this important change.”

Ruth Meredith, VP (Charities & Community) was exultant at the news. She said, “OUSU’s Living Wage campaign has been campaigning since 2011 for Oxford University to become an accredited Living Wage employer.

 “Today, we have finally won. The decision will improve the lives of people across Oxford. By accrediting, Oxford University is making an unequivocal statement that poverty wages are unacceptable, and have no place in our community. They are listening to the voices of the people who work with and for them, and taking it seriously. 

“Along with Hertford, Wadham and Oriel have shown that sustained student and staff engagement and activism yields results.

“I believe that this is the last answer to those who say that “it can’t be done”, or that “it’s not for Oxford”. Hertford have shown that colleges can accredit, and now the University has proved that the Living Wage is for Oxford. I look forward to more colleges taking the same step this year.”   

Fergal O’Dwyer, Oxford Living Wage Campaign Co-Chair said, “This is the most significant event in the campaign’s history. Getting the University to accredit has always been our most salient aim, and I’m proud of the work that the campaign has done toward achieving this.” 

However with only 3 out of 44 colleges and PPHs accredited Living Wage employers the campaign still has work to do. As Sam Couldrick, Dwyer’s fellow Co-Chair, commented, “While this is a great victory which ought to be celebrated, there is still more to fight for. Some colleges still refuse even to pay the Living Wage. I hope that this announcement encourages all colleges to think seriously about the respect and security they give to their staff. The announcement gives us a huge momentum boost that can hopefully be translated into wider spread, long-lasting change. For the first time in the campaign’s history, the tide is with us.”

The news comes shortly after Cherwell‘s investigation into the treatment of college staff.

The Cherwell guide to watching sports in Hilary Term

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Are you looking for a better method of procrastinating? We have created a simple summary of the upcoming major sporting events over the course of the term, to help you while away your time, isolated from essays and problem sheets.

The American Football Season will come to an exciting close with Super Bowl XLIX, the 45th edition of the Super Bowl, where the American Football Conference champion will face the National Football Conference champion on February 1st. Do not be put off by the late kick-off time (23.30 GMT) – this spectacle is an incredible way for all members of college to come together, pretend to be as American as possible and experts on the convoluted, yet highly enjoyable, sport. Expect lots of booze, Katy Perry and Lenny Kravitz providing halftime entertainment, and unacceptable amounts of snacks and unhealthy food – think American-style Thanksgiving and Christmas rolled into one.

The crowd-favourite football season continues as usual, with the race for the Premier League looking like a two horse match between Manchester City and Chelsea. The two square off on Saturday of 1st Week at Stamford Bridge, with many more high-profile clashes over the course of the term.
With the Rugby World Cup coming up this Autumn, this Six Nations will be a key indicator of how the preparations are going for the major northern hemisphere teams. We will see World Cup group rivals, Wales and England, going head-to-head in what is sure to be a tense, but no doubt great, encounter. Expect fierce rivalries to show themselves in your JCRs as supporters of all nations get behind their team.

2015 means it is World Cup year for cricket, with the competition taking place in New Zealand and Australia. In total, 40 matches will offer cricket connoisseurs across Oxford plenty of opportunities to watch live matches to pass the time – it seems unlikely, though, that this event will be able to draw the same crowds that Super Sunday football matches might. Nevertheless, given the loyalty many Oxonians have to their respective home countries (no matter how tenuous the connection they have with the countries in question), these matches are sure to provide hours of entertainment. English cricket fans will watch with trepidation to see if the decision to axe Alistair Cook as captain of the ODI squad pays dividends, and whether they can overcome their especially poor World Cup record in recent years, having not made it to the semi-finals for more than two decades.

To make sure you enjoy all of these sports as a college, talk to your JCR Sports and Entz Reps, get the JCR-funded snacks ready for the big match days, and make sure your work is done so you can really enjoy what is sure to be a great term of sport.

Where are they now: Nizlopi

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When listening back to Nizlopi’s 2005 hit ‘The JCB Song’, it’s easy to understand how the song reached number one. Detailing the stolen moments of a young child with his idolised dad, it instantly had a dual demographic. Both love-starved children and overtly sentimental types rushed out to purchase the single, although the weepy latter may have burst apart at the seams on the way to Woolworths.
 
A primary school disco was not complete without hearing Nizlopi listing various toys, or the cringey “rhyming” couplet ‘My dad’s B.A. Baracus,/Only with a JCB, and Bruce Lee’s numchuckers’. It was cheesy, but endearing.
 
The band had the makings of greatness. Listening back, they sound like that sickly-sweet cherub Ed Sheeran who’s made bags of cash since being their one-time roadie.
 
So why haven’t Nizlopi? Despite producing two further albums and touring incessantly to often sold-out venues (and supporting Christina Aguilera), for
some reason, they just haven’t managed to compete with the big boys.
 
Maybe all they need is their old friend Ed to put in a good word. 

Shades of the Savannah

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