Matangi/Maya/M.I.A

I had first heard about M.I.A back in 2010 when her song Born Free made headlines for being banned from YouTube due its violent content. That music video, just like this film, is filled with extremely tough subjects, artsy shots and good music.

Terrorised and accosted back in her home country and racially abused and put down in the western world, M.I.A still managed to continue her efforts at raising awareness to the war in Sri Lanka, either in her music or outside of it, while still mixing great beats and inspiring song lyrics to her artistry.

With the subject of immigration still being a broiling hot topic, we absolutely need more people like her in the public eye.

This movie, well worth watching for M.I.A. fans, was years in the making. Almost entirely composed of archival footage, it comes across as a labor of love from her longtime friend, director Steve Loveridge. There are scenes of extreme violence from Sri Lanka which could equate to an R rating.

Maya herself opens up to the camera with her well-known charisma, beauty, musical talent, and sincerity.

I had a hard time with the non-linear narrative, and the film itself seemed to sputter out at the end. Much of the hand-held shaky camera shots were unwatchable on the big screen. A shame, because the subject matter was compelling.

When M.I.A.'s first album Arular came out, it was like an explosion that dropped from another planet. The rawness, the beats, the cover-art, the originality! It was a huge creative influence for me and my circle of friends at the time.

It is therefore a treat to be able to see how that album came to be, from the original footage from Maya's early days. Her ingenuity was plain to see from a very young age, she was just dripping with creativity that poured out of her like a torrent, and this documentary captures it all. The old footage of her childhood, her art school days, and her homemade videos of family and friends, are by far the strongest parts of the film.

After this, it covers her rise to fame and details are lost in the shuffle. One minute she's filming her family in Sri Lanka, and the next she's playing international music festivals. But what happened in between, how did she move from film to music? How did she create her signature sound on Arular, which became the foundation for her future work? Though we do get to hear some of her earliest recordings, no in-depth information on her musical process is offered.

As the film progresses, it turns its focus increasingly towards her public image and becomes substantially less interesting. Her rebellious spirit, so enchanting as a young artist, becomes cloying when she, a wealthy popstar, explains that giving the middle finger at her Super Bowl performance was activism.

Despite this criticism, Maya is an incredibly dynamic artist and I'm sure any fan of her music will certainly find this film worth watching.

Never mind the wardrobe malfunction, there's the The Super Bowl finger!

In a world where most pop stars' dabbling in politics is of a perfunctory, often naive nature, there exists a few explosive artists who really are game changers. Unfortunately, many are often disregarded as self-serving alarmists.

As a Sri-Lankan refugee, the transplanted Brit M.I.A has been tireless in fighting for the Tamil people seeking independence back in her homeland. With a father who co-founded the revolutionary Tamil Tiger movement, her's is more than just a privileged outsider connection.

Mixing pop and politics is also what this jumpy documentary is all about. Before music became her weapon (both intellectually and on the dance floor), video was M.I.A.'s vocation, and this film takes full advantage of a lifelong grainy footage trove to tell the complex story. The results are a mixed bag, but effectively show the growth of a spirited, young radical into world famous persona, with many of her victories, and missteps along the way. It's an engrossing doc, and must viewing for anyone wanting a well rounded look into what M.I.A., and her passionate struggle is all about. At the very least, it'll increase the Google activity on a much overlooked part of the world.

Tied together by the pre-fame, aspiring film student Maya's 2001 footage of a trip to visit her family in Sri Lanka after a decade+ living as a refugee in London, the fully sanctioned and highly official 'Matangi/Maya/M.I.A.' doc is exactly what you'd expect: decidedly pro-M.I.A. in every which way, and that's fine. It's not about what side of the fence you're on as the Tamil-British pop star might argue that the fence doesn't really exist. Reality is chaos. Chaos is imaginary. Does it really matter who ordered the truffle fries? Is a middle finger really worth $16.6 million? I believe some singular artists are almost above dissection, and I believe in some singular artists unequivocally (even if I don't actually understand or trust everything they say and do). All that being said--as I'm obliged to politely nod for the duration both in solidarity and to the beat of the hot tracks--this does suffer *as a film* critically from a lack of conflict, which I suppose is ironic given the underlying subject matter. But then again, who M.I.A. to say?