James Maker, musician and childhood friend of Morrissey, has lashed out at upcoming Morrissey biopic England is Mine. The unauthorised film, which stars Jack Lowden and will explore Morrissey’s early life, premiered at Edinburgh International Film Festival yesterday. Maker, who is Morrissey’s close childhood friend and danced onstage with The Smiths in their early days, posted a long and scathing statement on Facebook about the film, calling it “historical fiction” and “disingenuous” and slamming it for not including any of Moz’s “Morrisyean wit”. Considering that wit now includes “yer da” style rants claiming that Farage respects “equal freedom for all people” and that Sadiq Khan “eats halal-butchered beings, and talks so quickly that people can’t understand him”, maybe that’s for the best. You can read Maker's full statement and watch the trailer for the film below.
According to the trailer of 'England Is Mine', Morrissey was an autistic, retiring creature with both curly hair and a natural crimp, who had to be physically pushed into becoming a singer by a well-meaning friend (one who did not actually communicate with Morrissey throughout The Smiths' success). Worse, they have put him in a green duffle coat and given him not one line of the Morrissyean wit we have all come to know. It is not a biopic, but historical fiction. A strange move, considering that those formative years have been so abundantly well-documented.
I knew him then, and I knew the house at 384 Kings Road. Morrissey’s mother should sue the filmmakers on their misrepresentation of her curtaining, alone. But the fact is, this is not Morrissey. The premise that if Morrissey could be a singer, then anybody could, is disingenuous, and rather insulting to his original talent as an artist.
At the time, and previous to the formation of The Smiths, Morrissey had very few close friends. This is documented in Morrissey’s memoir, ‘Autobiography’, and my memoir, ‘AutoFellatio’. I do not appear in the film, and characters who did not exist in real life are invented by the film-makers.
I am relieved not to be included, because if they can portray the protagonist as a person with crimped hair who relies upon guiding hands on shoulders, to thrust him through life’s revolving doors, then I am merely someone who, miraculously, managed to venture further than the 'NO BALL GAMES' sign posted adjacent to my bedroom window.”