Stereotypes and our relationships with them is a thorny business, and this seems to apply particularly to Scots. For instance, our image in football terms has gone from marauding drunks who all have a square of Wembley turf in our back garden, to ‘the best fans in the world TM‘ who are still drunk, but, apparently, charmingly so. Both of these ‘types’ have been embraced by Scottish mythology, and there does seem to be an odd sort of pride in the good, the bad and the ugly of our imagery. Our love/hate affair with all things tartan is another example of such cultural confusion, but if such an attitude applies to Scotland, then it applies to Glasgow with bells on.
The stereotypes of what has come to be known as Clydesideism are as strong as any that Scotland has had to offer. This is a 20th century mythology that always has the accompanying terms ‘gritty’ and ‘urban’ attached. There are tales of the shipyards, sawdust floored boozers, tonic wine, and gang culture. The most influential text in establishing this reputation was, and still is, Alexander McArthur’s 1935 novel No Mean City, but the imagery can be found in the fiction of George Friel and William McIlvanney, the plays of Joe Corrie and Ena Lamont Stewart, and more recently on TV in the dramas of Peter McDougall, in Taggart, and in the comedy of Rab C. Nesbitt. Even Trainspotting is partly based around this mythology, highlighting that this is wide-spread urban mythology rather than a purely Glaswegian one.
This week’s film Small Faces is set in1960s Glasgow and concentrates on the gang culture of the time, a mythology that many in Glasgow grew up with. Names like Young Team, Skull, Himshie, Fleeto and Tongs may not mean much to some, but to many Glaswegians they are part of the language, and culture. I’ve a theory that Glasgow is the most schizophrenic of cities, happy to see itself as a place that will welcome all with open arms, but also enjoying its reputation that casual violence may erupt if you’re not careful. The good, the bad and the ugly. It’s no wonder that an affinity with the Wild West took hold.
The film is based around the choices facing young Lex McLean, played by Iain Robertson. There are two areas of Glasgow life that fascinate him; the style and violence of the local gangs that his brother Bobby has been involved in and the world of art that his other brother Alan opens up to him when he goes to The School of Art. Both offer respective glamour and the chance to meet women. Lex is Glasgow’s dichotomy personified; The City of Culture v’s No Mean City in a battle for his soul. Director Gillies MacKinnon, who wrote the script with his brother Billy, knows that worlds overlap, particularly where families are concerned and he has the rather simple, but effective, technique of having Lex have a brother on each shoulder whispering in his ear. Robertson’s performance captures that time when childhood still has a hold, but adulthood is approaching far too quickly, with all the confusion that entails. Here’s the trailer; one where once again the American voice over does the film no favours: