- Whitaker humanizes the role of Amin without excusing his brutality.
The Last King of Scotland deals with real events filtered through Giles Foden's 1998 novel, in which Garrigan serves as a composite of numerous white advisors with whom Amin surrounded himself, then mercilessly cut off when they no longer served his purposes. This is the first excursion into narrative features by director Kevin Macdonald, whose Touching the Void, an impressive but hyperventilating tale of mountain survival, and One Day in September, which replayed the Palestinian massacre of Israeli athletes at the Munich Olympics in 1972, were basically thrillers in documentary disguise. Working with fictional material seems to have unsettled Macdonald, for the action sequences feel hardworking and awkwardly derivative of Under Fire, Salvador, and other superior thrillers of Westerners entangled in the legacy of imperialism. An audience with even the most cursory knowledge of the Uganda conflict will find itself way ahead of the hapless protagonist, who's caught up in a bloodbath spinning out of control; yet here, as is often the case with films about the Third World, Peter Morgan and Jeremy Brock's expository screenplay doesn't trust us to have even the most rudimentary familiarity with the rise and fall of one of the world's most notorious despots, let alone those who put him in place. It falls to a diplomat, played with ferret-like cunning by Simon McBurney, to be the ventriloquist voice of two-faced English colonialism. "He's got a firm hand, the only thing Africa really understands," he says, priming us for the imminent about-face in which the British Embassy begins plotting the ouster of a regime so horrific that even the willfully myopic Garrigan, increasingly compromised by Amin's escalating reign of terror, can't ignore its excesses.
McAvoy's deftly drawn Garrigan, callow at first, then exponentially freaked by his own unwitting role in the sudden disappearance of dissidents and innocent bystanders, makes a compelling stand-in for the Ugly American growing an 11th-hour conscience. But this versatile actor, last seen as Tumnus the faun in The Chronicles of Narnia, gracefully cedes the limelight to Whitaker, whose cunningly chameleonic performance makes us see how the mercurial Amin could so smoothly pull the wool over the eyes of a highly educated young Scot, not to mention an entire nation. Prankish, entranced by a good fart, witty, and politically savvy, Whitaker's Amin can be the capering monkey or wild-eyed tyrant seen in countless television newsreels. But he's also much more -- a high roller overcompensating for a dirt-poor childhood, an astute manipulator of the West who hijacks a Palestinian plane for his own political purposes, and finally a madman whose careening paranoia will undo his country and himself. Whitaker humanizes Amin without in any way excusing his manipulative seductions or his appalling brutality, and he emerges as a tragic template for the African dictators who have followed him, their promise misshapen by a long history of poverty and colonialism and the acquisition of unchecked power.