Nairobi Half Life by David ‘Tosh’ Gitonga may come from the same country and the same co-production scheme as Something Necessary, but it is a rather different proposition. It’s a fast moving, highly polished satire on city life which sets out to entertain. It wouldn’t seem out of place in a multiplex and it scored well in Rotterdam’s audience poll. Right now it has a 46-screen release across the USA.
As in many crime entertainments we are encouraged to admire the nerve and skill of the film’s hero. This is Mwas (Joseph Wairimu), a country boy who makes a living selling DVDs of Hollywood movies, but who dreams of being an actor himself. He goes to the capital to try his luck, but he is robbed of everything within minutes of stepping off the bus. Then he is thrown in jail.
His natural exuberance wins him the respect of fellow prisoner Oti (Olwenya Maina), a small-time gangster who sets him on the road to a life of crime. But in parallel Mwas pursues his acting dream, winning his first stage role playing a housebreaker in a political farce. As his criminal career goes from strength to strength (well, mostly) the big day of his stage debut also approaches.
The story could take place almost anywhere in the world, apart from the extreme criminality which the film invites us to see as characteristic of Nairobi. Take the spectacular way Mwas is stripped of his possessions when he arrives in the city, at which point we are reminded that the city is nicknamed Nairobbery. Later on Oti steals a mobile phone from a woman using it in the street, shouting back at her “Where do you think you are?” Crime and the city are synonymous. Crime is normal, and people who think otherwise are fools.
It’s interesting to compare this with Something Necessary, which acknowledges the damage done in the post-election violence but aims to understand the underlying causes. Nairobi Half Life normalises the negative and has little interest in explaining it. In a way the film has the same outlook as Mwas, who at one point has to negotiate a turd-strewn toilet in the jail. Finding it impossible to avoid the shit, he ends up sliding about in it, doing a song and dance number.
As an outsider I found the film very entertaining and so over-the-top that my immediate reaction was not to take the crime and violence too seriously. If it were my own home town on the screen I might feel differently, but dipping into local press coverage on the web suggests that no-one is particularly bothered by this depiction of Nairobi. One blogger even celebrates the fact that the film does “urban filth” so much better than Hollywood.
That’s great for a film that stands out from the crowd, but bad news if it becomes the trademark of a whole industry. And when will US audiences see their next Kenyan film?
A couple of other things happen in Nairobi Half Life that I think are worth mentioning. The first is the way in which the film deals with prostitution, portraying it as an economic choice without a moral or even much of a sexual dimension. This is interesting because it creates a space for strong, independent female characters without objectifying them on screen. What defines Amina (Nancy Wanjiku Karanja) is not that she is sexually available, but that she is unavailable, at least as far as Mwas is concerned. She becomes a character in her own right, not just the ‘tart with a heart’ so familiar in US and European films.
This looks increasingly like a theme worth investigating in African cinema. Just off the top of my head, it reminds me of a brief scene in Ousmane Sembene’s Guelwaar (1993) where a prostitute justifies her choices, and Henri Duparc’s Rue Princesse (1994), which is built around a romance between a musician and a prostitute. So maybe I mean an interesting theme in films by male African directors…
The second thing of note is the merest hint of a sympathetic gay character (and one of the best jokes in the film, which I won’t give away), which is unusual enough in my experience of African cinema to warrant recording. It has certainly caused as much comment in the Kenyan press as all the urban filth, violence and police corruption put together.