For Huck magazine // 22 Oct 2015
Directed by Cat McShane
Produced by Isabel Freeman, Andrea Kurland, Declan Tan
Softly spoken South Londoner Jamie Smith, aka Jamie xx, sits hands in black jacket, ankles crossed. We shake hands on the sun’s flood through the top window at XL’s HQ—it’s an unusually bright day in West London as Smith’s busy winter turns brightly toward an even busier spring, both for his band, The xx, and his solo work. Smith looks and sounds a little fatigued—he’s just finished his first solo LP; he’s working on a ballet; and he’s about to head over to BBC Radio 1 to lay down a session. There’s still a giddiness beneath the surface, though—and I suspect Smith would much rather be making music than talking about making it. And he doesn’t look the type to nap.
There are countless films out there that deal in adultery – pick pretty much anything at random and there’s likely a bit of secret sex going on. And that’s usually the thing; it’s employed, often a little cheaply, as motivation for all kinds of plot-advancing shenanigans, from murder, to burglary, through fist fights, shootouts, bloody revenge – the lot. Infidelity is at the ground floor of many a narrative structure and for the characters, more often than not, it’s all about the sex.
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