Imagine, our Chancellor, our Finance Minister and the Mayor of Berlin had all studied at the same elite university. Imagine that all three have been a member there since a very long time existing clubs, in the unleashed guys can drain from very wealthy families their steam. Imagine that these guys spend around 4000 euros for a bespoke livery, gather in her to the banquet and then disassemble the rented top restaurant like rock stars.
We can not imagine? In the UK this is the dazzling reality, and it tells the new film by Danish director Lone Scherfig, “The Riot Club.”
Young Miles (Max Irons, son of Jeremy Irons), a nice guy from a good family, has carried on his studies at the University of Oxford. He and his evil, socially subversive Tutoriumspartner Alistair become the focus of the mysterious and elitist Riot Club, whose president, James (Freddie Fox, son of James Fox) hunts for new members. At the banquet, which takes place in the side room of a pub, everything spirals out of control.
The central part of the movie is staged gripping. In too many places, however, Oxford, once more, a victim of its own clichés. The author of this article himself has studied in the late eighties in Oxford and was able to report that no student rooms like the library of a 400 year old country house looks like and the students have not been sponsored by Brooks Brothers or Ralph Lauren.
The atrocities during a banquet, Peter Greenaway, 1989 “The Cook, the Thief, His Wife and Her Lover” drastic described in its time-critical film. An issue that flares up again and again, the seduction of man by glamor and power, loses itself in allusions to the financial crisis. And the dubbed version suffers from the re-enactment of the boarding school english sounds like a hairdresser would hold your nose while talking.
So this is really interesting of this story is that it is not a satire at her – you can see from the committed crimes while eating once from. The film based on the play “Posh” by Laura Wade, paints a portrait of the Bullingdon Club, which is on the loose for a long time in Oxford.
In addition to the scandal-ridden Count Gottfried von Bismarck, who later died a tragic death, also included the current Prime Minister David Cameron, his Chancellor of the Exchequer George Osborne, London Mayor Boris Johnson and former Polish Foreign Minister Radoslaw Sikorski and Defence among its members.
From his own time in Oxford, the author reminds us of a whole panoply of dining Societies, said eating a supper had to serve as an excuse to drink to pleasurable disinhibition. The sociologist suspicion that it had acted as matchmaking, of course must be opposed in the strongest terms. For this reason alone, because the members were so fast so drunk that they had forgotten the next day, with whom she had misbehaved themselves. Or the next morning woke up next to strangers, they then never wanted to see again in life.
So there was a club that was reserved for members of Brasenose College that a silver phoenix presented at its annual dinner as a guest on the 13th chair. From the College of St. John’s was exiled King Charles Club, banished from all over the University of Oxford were the Assassins, who tried top it with destructive violence compared to Bullingdon members one and therefore, just like this, met in secret places.
A special tendency to tickle Piers Gaveston had that tried to score points by sexual excesses. The author admits to being himself even been a member of a dining society, the Claret Club, made up of students of his college, Trinity, recruited. Unfortunately, these were an event of frightening harmless, yes almost unsophisticated character.
In a wood-paneled room, The Old Bursary, fed twice a year nine young men in evening wear, in addition to the Protestant Germans, three Jews, an Ethiopian and a Cockney who was so small that his knees are not stuck on the back of a chair, and so sat with legs straight.
In loving memory is all a toothpick holder remained in the shape of a silver hedgehog, whose spines with one throw at the portraits on the walls or could stand his neighbors in the jaw. To continue gerückter hour, loaded from a weighted professor in the faculty lounge, where they drank port wine and admired the carvings on the wood fireplace that extended as in a kaleidoscope under the glassy gaze of 18 eyes. The evening ended at the wall of the neighboring colleges Balliol with a breathy in the Night Song:
I’m a bastard, I’m a bastard / I’m a bastard, yes I am / But I rather be a bastard / Than a bloody Balliol man!
readers and viewers will not want to admit it: quirky rituals of this kind are not the ancestral estate of a vanishingly small proportion of offspring from the upper class nor the pastime right-wing conservative fraternity German coinage. Seduce normal children from the middle class, from which the University is mostly, Just wearing the costumes of the Ancien Régime, before making this question.
There is the success of British conservatism, not to fight “pressure from below”, but dosed to assimilate. In Oxford, the establishment has opened its atrium and invites by eccentricity for the open day. The performance principle of the entrance examination, to be strictly decided by scores and intelligence in, however, is on shaky ground, as a social preselection has already been done by the private schools.
David Cameron and Boris Johnson have come to offices and dignities, not because they have been members of the Bullingdon Club, but because they come from homes that could send their children to school to Eton. And if you wonder how a school like Eton could get it to provide 19 Prime Minister until today, then the answer is obvious: How well can not be this school
As Oxford and London, the power center of the country, but Eton lies in the valley of the Thames, on the since the Middle Ages a close and uncomplicated replacement had taken place. The connection of the oligarchy of a country with its natural lifeline like more contributed to their self-preservation than the one or two glasses too much at the university.
The fascination emanating from the Riot Club, is the fascination of a negative Monarchy: The bad manners of the oligarchy hardly differ from the bad manners of other milieus, but increased by their dimension into Exemplary
United Kingdom is a country forming up. Male bonding, vandalism and violence are found equally among skinheads in the football stadium, in the pub thugs, hooligans excluded on the Tottenham Court Road or mass tourists on Spanish beaches. Perhaps only the insight that will hardly be possible to domesticate the destructive tendencies of the male sex completely.
And still the question remains, what forms of violence prohibit a company and what they will allow to avoid that multiplied suppressed aggression to unforeseen site into gruesome. A limited amount of ruckus like familiarize yourself with the terms of the civilization on the experience of victory, pain, injustice, forgiveness and law.
What the Eton -Students the Bullingdon Club is, may have been the street battle for the extremely successful generation of soixante. So connecting the brawling protesters Joschka Fischer and the glasses shattering David Cameron perhaps more than two like. A future ruler of the world is rarely the nice guy next door.
Carl von Siemens is the author of the Student novel “Little Men. A German in Oxford”
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