Matangi/Maya/M.I.A

'Matangi / Maya / M.I.A.' is fascinating viewing, one of the most gripping, touching and chilling musical biography/documentaries of recent years, and certainly one of the most important pieces of filmmaking ever made about Sri Lanka or even just modern politics in the ugly, self-defeating era of Brexit.

Considering that M.I.A.'s original choice of career was filmmaking, the film features a priceless wealth of intimate camcorder footage from throughout her life, from her early years as a very young pop-loving refugee in London, to befriending Justine Frischmann of Elastica in the mid-90s and becoming an unlikely Britpop groupie, to her adult return to Sri Lanka and emotional reunion with her war-maimed grandmother, to her wide-eyed early years of success, performing at Coachella and Lollapalooza, all the way up to her 'disgraced' Super Bowl performance and the ludicrous aftermath.

Just like the star of the show, this film is very political, very unflinching; a lazy conclusion would be to consider the film more about Maya and Sri Lanka rather than her music, but by showing us exactly where she came from, what she sings about and what motivates her, her music is actually done more of a service than endless talking heads describing her albums and songs would have. And when concert footage is shown it has all the more impact, it is never used as filler like in most music biography documentaries (which are usually really closer to tour videos with some talking inbetween).

Ultimately, 'Matangi / Maya / M.I.A.' ends up being about more than just music, more than M.I.A. herself, even: the film is really about corruption, how we treat other human beings, how we view refugees and other races and the plight of people suffering bloody civil war, which should be of interest to all decent human beings.

Much misunderstood, especially in America, this documentary reveals M.I.A.'s reality, and it seems a hell of a lot more believable and relatable than either America's Super Bowl morality or Britain's 'taking back control' Brexit.

The footage of M.I.A.'s attempts to talk about the genocide happening in Sri Lanka on an American talk show being shut down with a dismissive, arrogant joke about cockney accents has to be seen to be believed, the evil is quite palpable.

Why I gave a 4/10.

As far as self-documentaries go, I'd say this is one of the best. You'll immediately notice that she's a talent around the camera and the portrayal of the three faces of her life, "Matangi, Maya and M. I A." is also laid out in a very captivating manner. When it comes to the political side, it does a decent job at portraying what an immigrant, especially a Sri Lankan or an Indian would have to experience when moving to western countries like the UK even in this day and age. Above all it's not boring to watch. Because I've found most documentaries that are based around artists like this to be quite sluggish and boring but definitely not this one.

Why I gave a 4/10?

The politics. The allegations she's trying to highlight regarding the wartime incidents in Sri Lanka are extremely one-sided. If I were a Tamil person who supported the LTTE and their views, I'll accord with almost every statement she makes about the civil war in this documentary. There's really nothing in terms of accounts from the other side. The Sri Lankan civil war was an immensely, tremendously complicated situation which ultimately stands every party that got involved in it at fault. To put it simply, there were no good guys and bad guys. Both sides traded blows and only ones that truly got hurt were the innocent civilians and the heroic young soldiers. It's not right of her to accuse an entire nation with atrocities while only having exposure to a mere fraction of the situation. These facts alone were grim enough for me to give this a 4 out of 10. If she was going to touch the war topic, she could've at least done it right.

As a "self-documentary" Matangi/Maya/M. I. A. Is a solid make. It's a shame that numerous bits got cut out in the final production (as she stated in an interview with Vanity Fair) as I'm sure they could've also been equally engaging. But it's easy to understand as to why they were cut out in the first place. The message she's trying to put out politically is simply deceiving for anyone who don't know about the history and the development of the Sri Lankan civil war.

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.

No ordinary pop documentary, reads the poster, but M.I.A. is no ordinary pop star.

True.

I have been a fan of Maya Arulpragasam (AKA M.I.A) for over a decade now so this film came as a pleasant surprise. Allegedly it's been over a decade in the making and the relationship between Maya and the filmmaker, Steve Loveridge, has been, to say the least, "challenging".

She's a bloody difficult woman, as it reveals.

The daughter of the founder of the Tamil Tigers, a terrorist minority resistance group that was formed in 1976, she had to flee her home land of Sri Lanka in 1986 to set up home in London with her mother, brother and sister while her dad fought the good fight in the face of what she claims was 'ethnic cleansing'. It was ten years before she met her father again.

Clearly she has inherited her father's sense of justice and fighting spirit.

Basing her unique style of hip hop on political oppression she has been an unlikely success, rising to top the Billboard dance charts and performing alongside Madonna at the Super Bowl where she raised her middle finger to camera and in doing so enraged the NFL so much that they sued her for $16.6 million.

Her right to be angry is, in my opinion, quite reasonable but clearly her detractors think it is a stunt as she has gathered considerable wealth since her politically oppressed immigrant days.

For me, her wealth is irrelevant.

The documentary is a curate's egg. Some of it rambles almost incoherently, using found footage on dodgy VHS tape from her childhood, some of it is expertly shot. Its timeline is also so scattergun as to be quite confusing at times and this jolts the narrative. At times one wonders what the point really is.

She doesn't shirk criticism, but the reaction of the NFL on American TV drew loud guffaws from the audience I was in at their petty outrage. It's certainly a precursor to Colin Kaepernick's 'Taking the Knee' and a good, if a little childish, one at that.

Madonna was not overly happy.

For fans of M.I.A. this is a must see, for others I doubt you will be engrossed.

For me, even as a fan, it took a good hour to reel me in. But once there I was sold.

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?