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![]() With Withnail Richard E. Grant revisits his Swazi childhood in "Wah-Wah"
The wry, witty and pungent "Wah-Wah," Richard E. Grant's debut as a
writer-director, should surprise no one who's seen his performances in
movies like "Withnail & I" or his quippy, gossipy film diaries ("With
Nails").
Patterned after events in Grant's own life growing up in
Swaziland--including having his protagonist Ralph witness his mother's
adultery in the opening scene--"Wah-Wah" is set at the end of the
English empire, as well as the end of a tortured marriage. While his
script is rife with keenly observed details and behavior about boredom,
snobbery and the inevitable colonial provincialism, Grant also gets fine
performances from a strong cast, including Miranda Richardson and
Gabriel Byrne as Ralph's parents, Harry and Lauren, and Emily Watson as
Ruby, the bold American stewardess his father later marries. (Harry's
descent into Jekyll-and-Hyde alcoholism is touching and unsentimental:
Byrne seeps melancholy.)
Grant, 48, is in a good mood when we speak. "The sun is shining. I
had a very good response to an AFI screening last night for my friends
and some famous faces. Steve Martin did the Q&A with me afterwards. I
couldn't be in better shape if I tried. Of course, I'd like it to be on
4,000 screens but I don't have the `Poseidon' budget behind me." It
took six years from first draft to an American release. "I'd always
been thinking of writing a script about the last gasp of empire and the
community of people who are past their historical sell-by date. That
[was] a source of comedy and tragedy in my own personal life, and I
thought that it would be a good setup to have the story of my utterly
dysfunctional family set against the last gasp of empire, the
disintegration of the English empire, this private family life against
the public show of a broad political canvas."
He had made notes for years, with a result like "a tax return having
a nervous breakdown," as he puts it. "I'm sure you know, as a writer,
that if you try and organize a story that is taken from your own life,
trying to condense and compress things that have happened over ten years
into a three-year time scale, you've got to seriously edit, and take as
objective an overview as possible to translate it into a cohesive
narrative. I had been writing scenes or descriptions of what I thought
would make up a movie over X number of years. Only they were all on
scraps of paper in paper bags and drawers of stuff. When it came to
collating all of them, I realized a great deal of the movie had already
been written in some shape or form. So I wasn't starting with a blank
page, if you like."
Referencing the 1950s British comedy studio, Grant refers to his
African-set tale of bantering, bickering English expats as "Equatorial
Ealing." "Yeah, suburban tropical," he says, "where everybody knows
everybody else's business and it's a kind of incestuous, hermetically
sealed environment overlaid with all the social order and snobbish
pretensions that happen in any kind of provincial situation. But when
you add a bit of colonial administrative power to it, it ups the ante:
comedy, snobbery and inevitable drama."
Grant's been a lifelong diarist. "Yeah, ever since witnessing my
mum's adultery, which is the first scene in the film. The idea of not
having anybody to talk to, I couldn't speak to my parents about it, or
certainly not my friends, so a diary was a way of, I suppose, having a
conversation about it, without everybody else, y'know, knowing."
What happens on a day when you can't write? "Oh. You can always
write. You can always find something to write down. It's such a lifelong
habit that I don't even think twice about doing it, I just do it."
Among his public quirks, Grant has always bragged on being quite the
smeller. "Yep. Yeah, I think it's the great underrated sense." And
what are three great smells he can share? "Gardenia flowers, which are
my favorite. The smell of my daughter's neck, which is like newly baked
biscuits. And the smell of when you open your Apple laptop and you put
your nose down to the computer keys. There's a most fantastic smell
there that never fails to get me going."
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