Thursday, October 22, 2009

City mouse and country mouse



This weeks film Brother's Keeper (1992) directed by Joe Berlinger and Bruce Sinofsky chronicles the murderous misadventure of a small rural town in the sentinel lymph node of New York's armpit. Or more precisely, Munnsville. Before you get excited about a "murderous misadventure" let me elaborate. The film revolves around the murder trial of (A)delbert Ward. In June of 1990 Bill Ward (one of Delbert's 3 brothers) was found dead in his bed by Delbert. Previous to the "mysterious" death, Bill had bseen miserably coughing and wheezing in bed for the past week. His illness plays a large part in Delbert's trial, but not as large a role as Delbert's mental capacity.




Conversations with Delbert and his brothers quickly reveal what the defense is seeking as its main argument for Delbert; that he is mentally incapable, bordering on retardation, and sheltered from the city and its prognostication of values. As Delbert and his brothers are referred to as the Ward boys by community members younger than themselves, the view of the Wards becomes that of innocent children. Lost Boys who never truly grew up with the intellectual and moral sense of their urbanized counterparts. The court battle essentially boils down to whether or not the laws and morality of the urban populace could be applied to the virtually otherworldly realm of the rural social outcast so far removed from the populace that the subjectivity of their own judgement has become their daily law and morality.

There is a sense of dismissal involving the murderous aspect when you get past the teaser trailer. The plot becomes a commentary on rural life as seen through the eyes of urban spectators, in so much as spectacle is used as a vehicle for sympathy and stereotyping as well as questioning the rationale of both parties. The big city lawyers trying Delbert weave a tale of Bill's murder as a psycho-sexual, incest-slaughter provoked by jealousy in a fit of passion. This juxtaposed to the interviews with Delbert and his family make this seem like the crazed fantasies of James Dickey (see Deliverance). The moral ambiguity of the Wards may be prevalent, but the reasoning behind such theories is absurd.

What's not surprising about this film is that deep down I know the Wards exist and not just as the singular family, but as a less unique demographic of ill-educated farm-dwelling social outcasts. The film capitalizes on the sympathy of the audience to visualize an overworked, undereducated man torn from his farm to face the judgment of an outside world incapable of understanding him. While this may be true, the community in which Delbert and his brothers were shunned, the small town of Munnsville, rise up to fight with Delbert in his battle against the ravenous city attorneys. The townsfolk are able to look past, and maybe they don't even see, the stereotyping of the Wards and view them as people first. But even with the community's involvement, sympathy prevails. The support from the community comes more as a response to the attack of an intruder (the government) on one of their own. They feel bad for Delbert. Most of them still don't like him, but for the principle of keeping their own matters to themselves they rally to his side.

Brother's Keeper is uplifting and disheartening as the strength of a community revives a faith in the goodness of mankind while the relationships between the Wards and the outside world offers little solace for the social, political, and cultural values of the future.

7 out of 10





I believe Roscoe is on the far left, Delbert is in the middle and Lyman is to the right.


Thursday, October 15, 2009

Thursday October 15th part 1

Building pressures for you to succeed will eventually lead to a meltdown if you let them. Now is the time to remain steadfast as your good deeds will pay off in the end. Your power numbers are 9, 76, 54, 3, 20.

I like to imagine this is what the men of the Maysles' documentary Salesman (1968) would have read. First of all because they all looked half-cocked and ready to implode after each conversation in which the middle class housewife tries squirmingly to say she can't afford the brand new edition of the missals with all of the new additions while bearing in mind they come in either red or white (wowzah!). My favorite refusal was exactly this situation. James "the Rabbit" Baker (they all have mammalian counterparts) was attempting to sell the Good Book to a hispanic woman who only understood basic english. She refused and refused in as many words as she knew, but he was relentless! They don't call him "the rabbit" for nothing. He offered her the all the lastest, hot off the press missals. All she had to do was learn to read english and pay $1 a week for a year! What a fool for not ordering immediately! Eventually, after minutes of beratement and unsuccessful guilting "the rabbit" becomes silent, his mouth twitches ever so slightly, and over the sound of the woman's children in the house you can hear all the blood in his body being rerouted to his left eye where a vein looms above his forehead. You could feel the heat from his hands as they itched to lunge across the table y estrangular a la mujer. 5 out of 5 --best repressed anger scene.



The entire movie is nearly this entertaining. By the end we were all surprised none of them had mailed in their warranty cards, sunned their moccassins, face-planted the meringue, or checked into a single room flat (we need to bring these euphamisms back). The lives the salesmen lead are utterly depressing; first of all for being forced to sell Bibles. Sell. Bibles. The ultimate opus dei of the 20th century. Door to door. Bible-less Heathen to bible-less heathen. However, when their own morality is inspected, the conclusion is rather ambiguous, as it should be. These gentlemen aren't out to save souls, they're out to sell glossy-paged, ten pound bibles to naggy wives who feel their husbands would benefit from the high-def (for 1968) pictures and navigable translation. Secondly, their traveling days are spent in cramped hotels where they can call their own naggy wives and gamble the night away while chain smoking and sharing their failures with the rest of the group. Thirdly, well, you should just watch the movie.

In my mind the Maysles can do no wrong. Gray Gardens entry up soon.


If you ever wondered what the Beatles' Yesterday sounded like over the top of shameless pandering and passive hate, here you go--