Deconstructing The Documentary
Feb. 13th, 2005 11:15 amDocumentaries are true- right?
Mostly they conform to the conventions of popular fiction. There's a hero. He has a point of view. Evidence is presented that leads to an inescapable conclusion. Think of Farenheit 9/11. Not much room for subtle ambiguity there.
And then there's Capturing the Friedmans.
A man is identified as a paedophile. The community panics. Children, pressured by parents and police, "remember" taking part in sex orgies orchestrated by the man and his 18 year old son. The man is clearly guilty- but of what exactly? His son may be guilty, may be innocent, may be a victim himself, but his behaviour is so erratic- he protests his innocence, then confesses to the judge, weeping real tears, then goofs off for the camera on the court house steps- that you wind up not having a clue. Witnesses routinely contradict one another. One victim graphically describes his abuse, another admits to having told the police what they wanted to hear. A police officer talks about finding stacks of kiddie-porn on open display in the man's house and as she speaks we're shown a montage of police photographs, taken at the time of the search, which proves there was nothing there to find.
The movie has no hero. The nearest thing to a point-of-view character is the oldest brother, tireless champion of the family name. A conventional documentary might have shaped the material so we empathised with his suffering and admired his tenacity. But we are denied that comfort. The man is shouty and scary and a confirmed misogynist who decides early on that it's all his mother's fault.
Capturing The Friedman's gives us human mess. The more it tells us the less we understand. It destroys our faith in the talking head.
I shall never trust a documentary again.
Mostly they conform to the conventions of popular fiction. There's a hero. He has a point of view. Evidence is presented that leads to an inescapable conclusion. Think of Farenheit 9/11. Not much room for subtle ambiguity there.
And then there's Capturing the Friedmans.
A man is identified as a paedophile. The community panics. Children, pressured by parents and police, "remember" taking part in sex orgies orchestrated by the man and his 18 year old son. The man is clearly guilty- but of what exactly? His son may be guilty, may be innocent, may be a victim himself, but his behaviour is so erratic- he protests his innocence, then confesses to the judge, weeping real tears, then goofs off for the camera on the court house steps- that you wind up not having a clue. Witnesses routinely contradict one another. One victim graphically describes his abuse, another admits to having told the police what they wanted to hear. A police officer talks about finding stacks of kiddie-porn on open display in the man's house and as she speaks we're shown a montage of police photographs, taken at the time of the search, which proves there was nothing there to find.
The movie has no hero. The nearest thing to a point-of-view character is the oldest brother, tireless champion of the family name. A conventional documentary might have shaped the material so we empathised with his suffering and admired his tenacity. But we are denied that comfort. The man is shouty and scary and a confirmed misogynist who decides early on that it's all his mother's fault.
Capturing The Friedman's gives us human mess. The more it tells us the less we understand. It destroys our faith in the talking head.
I shall never trust a documentary again.
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Date: 2005-02-13 05:35 am (UTC)I have become increasingly disenchanted with such things. But then again, perhaps the 'documentary' you are talking about served a purpose - it reminded you that there are many points of view to a story. And, just as they may all be right, they may also all be wrong.
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Date: 2005-02-13 06:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-13 06:56 am (UTC)Oh, but surely it is not! It is, if anything, paving the road for a new generation of documentaries, like Shoah did in its day; by allowing itself to be blatantly subjective it is somehow countering the main accusation directed at documentaries: that they always have a hidden agenda, a pre-conceived conclusion that they aim towards. Fahrenheit 9/11 does not have a hidden, but a displayed agenda, and the agenda itself is much more important than any other part of the film.
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Date: 2005-02-13 10:02 am (UTC)HBO showed a documentary about a retarded man who lived with his aging parents. The time came when the parents couldn't manage any longer, and they helped him make the transition to a group home.
I wish I could see this once again. It was beautifully done and highlighted most delicately the depth of love in that one small family.
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Date: 2005-02-13 12:17 pm (UTC)