Movie Review: BILLY ELLIOT
Green

BILLY ELLIOT
Reviewed 11/12/2000

Feel-good movies follow a predictable arc with an uncomplicated iconography:

You can write it from here. You have seen it before. You will see it again.

But we go to such movies because human beings are, after all, romantic at heart. Just as we seek patterns in the universe, we want homily virtues to be rewarded by winning out over obstacles. These stories nourish our hope and, in the bright darkness, we imagine ourselves into the protagonist. We make a tacit bargain that we will suspend our critical anticipation of the predictable story arc so that we can laugh or gasp or cry when we should. We will let ourselves be led by the story's structure, and our suspended critical faculties will be placated by an uplifting ending.

If BILLY ELLIOT, a canonical feel-good story, were a horse, it would be by OCTOBER SKY out of BRASSED OFF. North of England (Durham instead of Sheffield instead of West Virginia) with dying coal mines (a visually obligatory feature, it seems), 1984, amidst a bitter Thatcherian miner's strike. A boy who is sensitive but definitely *not* gay (a critical element in keeping this a down-the-middle feel-good rather than a gay advocacy), is drawn to ballet ….

Feel-good movies stand or fall on a series of key elements, all of which this movie has:

BILLY ELLIOT makes no pretense about delivering cosmic truths, or revealing a great social problem -- it just wants to tell a feel-good story. That it successfully does.

ã Copyright 2002 David Alexander Smith