“Crowds” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film In New Zealand Featuring Bill Buford’s book ‘Among the Thugs: The Experience, and the Seduction, of Crowd Violence’ Directed By Dan Sadgrove.
Directed by Dan Sadgrove
Original Music by: Max LL
Director of Photography: Tim Pierce
Produced by: Toby Crawford
Edited by: Iain Whitewright
Colorist: Aubrey Woodiwiss
Narrated by: Ólafur Darri Ólafsson
Sound: Jonny Platt
Story adapted by: Dan Sadgrove & Amelia Rynkowska
“Inspired from Bill Buford’s book ‘Among the Thugs: The Experience, and the Seduction, of Crowd Violence’ a particular paragraph stood out to me regarding the herd mentality of crowds. Here Buford introduces a series of metaphors from historians, sociologists, criminologists, social psychologists & philosophers that define what a crowd is to them. Adapted for the chaos of city life, this is my ode to nature.”
Excerpt from “Among The Thugs” by Bill Buford
THESE ARE THE things that are said about crowds.
A crowd is mindless.
A crowd is primitive; it is barbaric; it is childish.
A crowd is fickle, capricious, unpredictable. A crowd is a dirty people without a name (Clarendon). A crowd is a beast without a name (Gabriel Tarde). A crowd is a wild animal (Alexander Hamilton, Hippolyte Taine, Scipio Sighele). A crowd is like a flock of sheep (Plato), like a pack of wolves (Plato), like a horse—tame when in the harness, dangerous when set free. A crowd is like a fire burning out of control, destroying everything in its way, including finally itself (Thomas Carlyle). A crowd is in a fever, in delirium, in a state of hypnosis (Gustave LeBon). A crowd reveals our Darwinian selves, primal hordes suddenly liberated by the sway of the pack. A crowd reveals our Freudian selves, regressing to a state of elemental, primitive urgency. A crowd killed Socrates; a crowd killed Jesus. A crowd kills—in the Bastille, at the Commune, in front of the Winter Palace, in the streets of Vienna, down a dirt road in Mississippi or Soweto.