After the BBC banned his original version before it was released, Alan Clarke remade
Scum two years later with much of the same cast and crew and the same script (almost).
Out of anger, it seems, he made this theatrical version even more violent and shocking
than the original and whilst the cinematic reconstruction may be inferior in areas (read
my DVD review), at least this version was screened. The truth is out there and for that
we should be grateful.
Opening with a scene in which Carlin (Ray Winstone) is handcuffed in a car on his way to
begin his sentence at a borstal prison, Scum centres on his development from new boy
to "daddy" and the camera never once steps outside the prison's perimeters.
Claustrophobic and relentlessly harsh, Clarke's feature debut is a deeply distressing
experience and the viewer, like this incarcerated underclass, has no escape - not for a
second.
Upon his arrival, Carlin is welcomed with a few punches to the stomach from one of the
wardens. This is routine for all new inmates, it seems, but Carlin is particularly liable to a
battering because his offence was hitting an officer. The fact that he was provoked
makes no difference here and he soon realises that the best strategy is to shut up and
keep his head down.
He learns this from fellow inmate Archer (Mick Ford), a surprisingly well-read chap who
intimidates wardens and prisoners alike through his pseudo insane remarks and icy cold
stare. They can't work him out and so he gets left alone to some extent. Carlin can't
work him out either and after a few beatings from "the daddy" Pongo and his gang, he
realises there is another way to survive in borstal.
He takes matters into his own hands, or more accurately, a sock containing two snooker
balls. No prize for guessing what he does next, and with the now infamous line, "I'm the
daddy now!", Carlin usurps Pongo's reign over the inmates and, scarily, gains privileges
from the wardens for doing so. However, with fights, rapes and suicides around every
corner, he soon realises that he is as helpless over the other inmates as they are to
themselves, a frightening reality that emerges in one of the most unforgettable climaxes
ever seen on screen.
The naturalistic performances from everyone involved in this difficult piece are flawless,
but Winstone stands out above the rest. Put simply, no other actor could have been
Carlin. A man of few words - unless they start with an "f" - we learn more from his
expressions than his words, reflecting the exact emotions we feel as powerless
onlookers.
Scum is unforgettable for all the right reasons, because you know this sort of thing was
actually happening behind closed doors in 1979. It resembles Lord Of The Flies in its
depressing depiction of human nature, but there is an actual presence of evil here,
because grown men who should have known better governed these adolescents. They
were the true scum, as were the powers that be at the BBC for banning the original in
the first place, a rather telling occurrence, in retrospect, which goes to show just how
much the truth can hurt.