Just read Greg Johnson's fawning review of a no-budget documentary called A Conversation About Race. Judging from the clips, it might be worth a look. The director, Craig Bodeker, seems to have made something interesting of a very simple concept. With all this highminded talk of a "national dialogue" over an uber-sensitive subject, why not take it to the streets? Why not ask commonfolk some honest questions and see where it goes, just as the New Boss would have it? I like the idea. I like the subversive intent. I don't mind that the result might be selectively filtered, or manipulative. I absolutely assume and expect as much. That's in the nature of this beast. Patricia Aufderheide has written that the documentary genre is "defined by the tension between the claim to truthfulness and the need to select and represent the reality one wants to share." Form follows function, and when form is predefined in the style of careful seduction — something that may be more intrinsic to visual narrative — the tension can be especially potent, and entertaining.
Anyway, as I was debating whether to order the DVD — or whether to hit up Bodeker for an interview in hope that he might send me a freebie — it occurred to me that his experiment is apiece with a broader trend. Nowadays, these editorially framed first-personal films-as-argument are everywhere. In recent wide release, we've seen Religulous and Expelled, both of which owe something to Michael Moore's self-promotional innovations. And when it trickles down to the desktop and the tubes, things soon get intriguingly out of hand. A cottage industry of microbudget 9/11 conspiracy docs has gained enough influence to inspire a counter-movement of rebuttal videos and palmipsest-styled overdocs. Elsewhere, Michael Blowhard has expended more than a few keystrokes in promotion of Tom Naughton's Fat Head, a comically intoned low-carb polemic that reminds us that dissident dietetics can be as politically incorrect as that Supersize Me guy is, well, incorrect. Stray a bit further off the radar, and you'll discover those YouTube-banned Holocaust denial videos, which we've already discussed. Or you can wade full-on into the parallax view until your pupils itch. Ickeites, Teslans, LaRouchies and Moonhoaxists gone wild, vying for your sleepless click and watch. Take it down neat, cum grano salis.
Of course, I'm sure I'm not the first to notice any of this. I'm sure the emergence of dissident DIY filmcraft has everything to do with the democratization of the means of production, and blady yada ho. Blessed be technology, as far as it goes. Whatever the long and short, it's manna for insomniacs. Perhaps the day comes when dueling documentaries will will redefine discourse, when atomized media-facilitated disputation appears as background static, like ads. I don't know that I won't be entertained.
Just the same, I should be clear that this really isn't my poison. I'm queer for film, but I'm partial to European arthouse shockers and mean-spirited horror flicks, and pretty much anything that makes me laugh. And when it comes to documentaries, I'm more inclined to revisit the Maysles brothers or every frame of Wiseman's work than to linger too long over polemically spirited drive-by curios. I know the smell of ephemera, and I know when to wince. If you want a sense of my sense, know that I consider John Stagliano's Buttman Confidential to be a work of strange genius and I could say the same for Giuseppe Andrews' Jacuzzi Rooms. Bob Gates' all-but-never-seen short, Communication from Weber, was the first documentary that I considered to be art, and Jacob Young's pioneering bio-docs meant something to me even if fuck Jesco White. I feed on whatever it is Ulrich Seidl is carving. And if you want to wind it all the way back, I'll show you my hard-on for Riefenstahl and Vertov. Or for that matter, In Search Of. After a few drinks, I may go on a tear about the unsung genius of Mary Ellis Bunim and John Langley. I have taste, goddamn it. Time is finite, and I know how to waste it.
But I'm here, for the moment, to coin a clumsy term — "HeteroDocs" — and soon to outline a precious list, which I hope to annotate over time. With that task at hand, some ground rules are in order.
First, we need a working definition. Here's my first pitch:
HeteroDocs are documentary films (or videos) that explore or advance unorthodox ideas or taboos.
That seems sufficiently broad, and sufficiently simple. We want to cover these nascent expressions of post-Moore desktop dissidence along with traditionally narrated TV docs and more widely distributed fare on the festival circuit. It fits neatly with my bloggy hook, with the stifling Hoover Hog mission to which I am more or less happily wedded. Done and done.
Do we need categories? Why not. Let's start off with a relatively wide net.
- Conspiracy (e.g.: Loose Change; Zeigeist)
- Culture (e.g.: The Sound and the Fury; Ana's Girls)
- Death (e.g.: The Bridge; Freeze Me)
- Ethics (e.g.: Partly Private; The Silent Scream)
- History (e.g.: Dead in the Water; One Third of the Holocaust)
- Media Studies (e.g.: Manufacturing Consent; Control Room)
- Politics (e.g.: The Israeli Lobby; Waco: The Rules of Engagement; A Conversation About Race)
- Religion (e.g.: The God Who Wasn't There; Hell's Angel; Expelled)
- Sex (e.g.: Chicken Hawk; The Price of Pleasure; Sick)
- Science (e.g.: House of Numbers; Fat Head; The Great Global Warming Swindle)
- Sui Generis (e.g.: Lake of Fire; Mr. Death; Titicut Follies)
Obviously, there will be some overlap. We can sort it out later.
There may be a need to draw finer distinctions. For one thing, it should be made clear that HeteroDocs is not a byword for "politically incorrect" documentaries. Though many efforts thus billed will make the cut, I don't think monomaniacal Michael Moore haters will have much use for such extrapolitical provocations as The Sound and the Fury or Zoo.
Then there is the matter of shifting consensus, or vindication; back when Frontline produced investigative documentaries on such subjects as satanic ritual abuse, false memory syndrome and facilitated communication, their editorial perspective rattled against reigning sentiment, even if time was on their side. Thus I will include the ones that seemed prickly enough in contemporaneous context.
As for the conspiracy stuff, it's is a source of abiding frustration. My strong sense is that heterodoxy is intellectually distinct from rank kookery, but I want to be careful not to erect arbitrary boundaries. Perhaps some order of notoriety should override a default instinct toward completism? I am not sure, but I'll follow gut my and park the close calls where they seem to fit. And quality counts.
Finally, there will be the tough cases. Are studies of "outsider" perspectives automatically candidates for inclusion? In the case of Chicken Hawk (a documentary about NAMBLA) the "inside" POV alone favors inclusion. But when we turn to In the Realms of the Unreal, a study of the famed "outsider artist," Henry Darger, I'm much less certain. What about Errol Morris's Mr Death — about Fred Leuchter? Leuchter is certainly a heterodox thinker by reference to consensus, but Morris's editorial slant is complicated, even if there is an argument for esotericism. I make the call. Leuchter goes in, and Darger stays out. Faced with other hard cases, I may opt to consign them to the catchall "sui generis" category, or I may turn to my loyal readership. Again, we can consult the rule book once and if it's written.
While my original intention was to append this post with a working filmography, the project is taking forever to compile, so consider this a prelim. If you want to nominate documentaries for inclusion, or if you want to argue against my taxonomy, comments will be most useful.
Next up: "From Ana's Girl's to Zoo: A HeteroDocs Filmography in Progress."
Do I smell popcorn?
7 thoughts on “HeteroDocs: A Trial Balloon”
I’m not sure, but I think I once heard of a documentary on bugchasers. That shit is fucked up.
The one about the air guitarist competition (Air Guitar Nation)looked funny, but turned out to be rather lame. There was one where scholars debated whether or not Hitler was homosexual– can’t recall the name. It was kind of interesting.
I still think “American Movie” might be the funniest documentary I’ve ever seen. But then I have a fondness for grim portraits of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. (As such, it easily beats out Laverne and Shirley”)
Chip, or anyone else, what did you think of “Expelled”? I haven’t seen it. The critics all hated it, but many of them stooped to that knee-jerk ad hominem language one finds among the rigidly ideologized when asked to consider the claims of someone they take to be a “deviant” heretic. (And the chattering class used to think Ben Stein was so cool, for a Republican!)I know that there are fair minded Darwinian evolutionists who think Intelligent Design is mistaken, but aren’t driven to fits of bile by the mention of its very name. I’m very interested to hear your takes on the movie.
TGGP: The “bugchaser” doc is called The Gift, and it’s on the list. Thanks.
Andy: I’ll share my thoughts on Expelled in the annotations to my filmography. My main quarrel with ID is that I find it to be madly disingenuous. I think natural selection provides a parsimonious explanation of pretty much everything – including square dancing – but if it turned out that our universe was set into motion by a computer hobbyist in another dimension (an arguably nontrivial possibility), I have a feeling that this would be less than satisfying to Behe, Stein et al. They want the Godhead, and that renders science a nullity.
Before I knew I was an atheist, I would ask the question: “where did God come from.” And I would be assured that God had been there from the beginning. I still think that’s a dumb answer, and I feel the same way about irreducible complexity; it’s a failure of curiosity.
I loved American Movie, by the way. I even have a VHS copy of Coven.
Great idea, Chip. Some which come to mind that might be worth considering for inclusion:
Profit Motive and the Whispering Wind (Gianvito, 2007)
Gleaners and I (Varda, 2000)
Forever (Honigmann, 2006)
Dear Zachary (Kuenne, 2008)
American Swing (Kaufman, 2008)
Matador (Higgins, 2008)
Dark Days (Singer, 2000)
The Cruise (Miller, 1998)
Story of a Sex Surrogate (Dick, 1985)
Wisconsin Death Trip (Marsh, 2001)
Cocaine Cowboys (Corben, 2006)
Protagonist (Yu, 2007)
Streetwise (Bell, 1984)
South (Akerman, 1999)
Fetishes (Broomfield, 1996)
The Leader, His Driver and the Driver’s Wife (Broomfield, 1991)
[docs by Chris Marker]
[docs by Herzog]
Chip, I figured you found Intelligent Design theory to be wanting, but was more interested in what you thought of Stein’s documentary. After all, some great films have been made to promote some very bad ideas (see Riefenschtahl, et al.). But very well– I’ll wait for your upcoming post on the subject.
Perhaps the doc I suggested to you, “Conscientious Objector,” would make your list? It’s not great, but the subject matter is interesting. And what about the “mock doc” genre, begun by “Spinal Tap”– anything to be said about its relation to your “heterodox” label?
At the risk of seeming like a total nerd, I would argue that the first mockumentary predates Spinal Tap by half a century:
I’m not really a fan of the genre (ST notwithstanding), though I did get a kick out of Dadetown.
I think “Sound and Fury” was really good, and I’ve been fascinated by “deaf culture” and by extension the ghettoizing (voluntary segregation, use whatever euphemism you like) of minority groups. The deaf are a fairly unique example because it’s not burdened with race or religion.
I would like to see the reaction of audiences to it, but I would then like to have a documentary made and subsequently shown with the same scenario and a homosexual child.
I’ve been watching every doc. I can find on North Korea lately, with mixed results. The most surprising was a line in the recent film “Theme Park”, narrated by some Scandinavian (sorry, I’m too lazy to look it up, to American to know without looking it up) where he stated rather matter-of-factly “North Koreans use Americans as a scapegoat for all their problems like Israelis use the Holocaust against the Palestinians”. Seemed like it kind of came out of nowhere. Other than that, it was somewhere between amateur and professional level production, and they seemed to try to give it the “edgy, extreme, youth” look, with the narrator saying “fuck” ans “shit” frequently.