Jarman’s film The Last of England from 1987 is a cinematic poem. Imagery of frustrated young men in abandoned industrial landscapes, naked and theatrical dancing, and images from families with kids playing in green gardens mix with clearly staged images of men with rifles, watching over and executing people in ruined urban landscapes. Music, noise or the sounds of screaming people, shots, explosions or fire provide with a soundtrack of horror, of a nightmare.
A narrator holds a monologue in the first minutes of the film. The spoken text does not explain the images. Not the other way around either, the images do not clarify the words. They just influence each other to produce the apocalyptic and sad meditation on society. Jarman uses images of today to picture something of the future, or of his dreams. The result lies clearly in the montage of images and sounds. One image watched separately would barely cause the same feeling of discomfort. I wonder if sound effects are lees invasive on the mind and my memories than the photograph or the moving image? The images tend to force away other memories and claim they truth, the sound does not to the same extent.
The film does not offer a framing narrative to understand the people we see in the ruined cityscapes. In La Jetée by Chris Marker (1962), a much similar film in many ways, the narrating voice binds together the various images into a story we can follow – even if the images are disparate. In The Last of England we don’t know if the images of the children or of the girl have anything to do with the men moving around in the rubble, or the scenes with the executions. They can well be oppositions in their image character, in the visual concepts they convey.
Is the film a poem? Is it fiction or a personal meditation? Or is it simply a prophecy or a nightmare come true of what would happen just a few years later in cities like Sarajevo, Mostar, or Vukovar? A wordless prohecy, nonetheless related to war contemplations such as Wargame by Peter Watkins (1965) or Je vous salue Sarajevo by Jean-Luc Godard (1993). The repetition and the sometimes surreal image montage suggest a mightmare-like experience. The fragmentary commentary and the non-synchronised sound underlines this.