Lee Scratch Perry’s Film Review by Roger Steffens

October 29, 2015 2015, News

“God must be entertained,” asserts the hallucinatory production genius, Lee “Scratch” Perry near the beginning of a stunning new meta-fictional film that travels the globe in search of the answer to “Who is he?”

Weaving delightful animated sequences into the hopscotching tale of his life and travails, director Volker Schaner strives to make sense of the zany antics and art of the puckish Spike Jones/Frank Zappa/George Clinton/Sun Ra of reggae. After all, it was he who helped invent dub music in the fecund days of the late ‘60s, and helmed the most important and influential work of the original Wailers, Bob Marley, Bunny Wailer and Peter Tosh.

Lee Scratch Perry’s Vision of Paradise travels throughout his life, introducing us to his feeble 95 year old mother, hearing praises from producers throughout Europe for whom Perry’s work was crucial, and even going to Lalibela in the heart of Ethiopia. Here they see a book in the literal Heart of the Ark, an ancient flaking parchment that holds the Key to the Universe. How the filmmakers were able to penetrate that far, where countless others have failed, is astonishing to me.

Roger Steffens & Arpa Film Festival's creative director Vanja Srdic with Lee Scratch Perry's hand prints

Roger Steffens & Arpa Film Festival’s creative director Vanja Srdic holding Lee Scratch Perry’s hand prints at “Roger Steffens’ Reggae Archives”

There’s music galore, live, rehearsed and jammed; bumpity riddims rampant; his creativity non-stop. We see huge art installations, ever changing, and intimate scenes of his Kingston home in Washington Gardens, site of the ruins of his fabled Black Ark Studio, along with the grounds and inner sanctums of his long-time retreat in Zurich, Switzerland.

The antics of this self-professed “madman” are irresistible, as when he holds an opened Bible in front of his head and declares, “This is Facebook.” But he is serious too, as when he discusses the reason for his bitter breakup with the Wailers in 1971. In the end, he declares, “My brain is my Skull Cave.” As to whom he really he is: “Well,” he grins, “I am de Obeah Mon.” This charming film not only tells, but shows, exactly what that means.

reggae-grammy-chairman-mr-roger-steffensROGER STEFFENS

Author of six books about Bob Marley and the History of Reggae music