But then it cuts to the interior of a concrete warehouse. George
Galloway is standing in font of some graffiti wearing a black waistcoat, a
fedora cocked rakishly over one eye. He looks like an extra from Boardwalk Empire, as if that might make
us forget we once saw him pretend to be a cat on Celebrity Big Brother. We’ll never forget, George. Never.
Galloway ‘presents’ The
Killing$. This means that he’s shown listening
to interviewees – in a variety of waistcoats, sometimes holding a fancy teapot,
like an unusually threatening Harrods waiter – and trying out a half-hearted
attempt at Michael Moore-style hectoring. He’s also there to explain things.
‘Blair soon earned the nickname Teflon Tony,’ Galloway reveals, ‘…because dirt never stuck to him.’ Cut to
a shot of eggs being broken into a pan. Are they dirty eggs? Galloway doesn't say.
Courtesy of The Guardian
But even Galloway’s ripe ‘r’-rolling (‘…the Irrrron Lady’) can’t really diminish the wealth of material that
speaks for itself: Blair on the public-speaking circuit, offering banalities
for stupid money; Blair in a propaganda video for the oppressive Kazakhstani
government; Blair claiming never to have traded policy for cash. ‘I would never do anything to harm the country!’ he says. With his big wet earnest
eyes and quivering lip, he looks exactly like he would if he'd just cheated on you.
As The Killing$ jumps back and forth between footage of
Blair at different stages of his life and career, you start to feel a little
queasy. Here’s young Tony, thickly mulleted and clean of conscience. Here’s old
Tony, the skin stretched too tight over his skull, his eyes manically beady.
It’s an unpleasantly effective demonstration of how one’s face starts to
reflect one’s character.
The nausea only grows as the evidence piles in. Presented with such
avarice and duplicity, the stomach churns and the mind recoils. And when The Killing$
ends, not with the black waistcoat and fedora of George Galloway but
the black balaclavas and flags of ISIS, the true legacy of Blair’s war, it
gives you the chills. No atmospheric music necessary.
|What||The Killing$ of Tony Blair film review|
|Where||Various Locations | MAP|
|Nearest tube||Leicester Square (underground)|
22 Jul 16 – 22 Sep 16, Times vary
|Price||£determined by cinema|
|Website||Click here for more details|