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2018: The Year Bio Docs Graced Movie Screens

Something very interesting happened in 2018 with documentary films on the big screen. The majority of docs that made it to movie screens across the country in selected theaters (always in selected theaters, by the way) were a particular sub-genre. They were all biographical documentaries. These major bio docs consisted of:

  • Jane
  • Grace Jones: Blood Light and Bami
  • Maynard
  • RBG
  • Joan Didion: The Center Will Not Hold
  • Pope Francis: A Man of His Word
  • Won’t You Be My Neighbor?
  • The Gospel According to Andre
  • Whitney

And, if you throw in the last few months of 2017 documentaries–Dolores and Chasing Trane made its theatrical run as well. So, why in this era do we have a plethora of one type of documentary films making it in large distribution through movie theaters? Especially in this advent age of the Netflix crime-murder story docu-series making most of the headlines in the documentary film world. Good question. A number of answers may have to come in response to such an inquisitive inquiry. One, bio docs are the easiest of sub-genre documentaries to produce–in terms of production value, clear storyline, and focused material. Two, bio docs are very marketable–in terms of specific audiences to cater to, digestible for mainstream viewers, and, again–clear, concise plot story to sell. Thirdly, bio docs are less controversial. Key word–less. Other than, Whitney Houston’s drug addiction in the film, Whitney, controversy more or less alluded the list of documentaries mentioned above. Finally, bio docs get an easy if not faster return on investor’s money–making for a viable business enterprise and product.

Biographical documentary films to a large degree are easier to make than the other types of documentaries that come out every year. The other competing sub-genres include–participatory, observational, informative, and social awareness pieces that tackle head on a subject matter often layer upon layer. This in no way means documentary film production is a layup. Patience and access is still required in the processing of a documentary from concept to completion. But, more or less, what comes easier in the bio doc process are individuals more willing to speak on camera about said person. Maynard had a collection of over 30 figures to speak on Maynard Jackson, Atlanta’s first black mayor, including Bill Clinton, Jesse Jackson, and Al Sharpton. Following the narrative structure is also an easier pursuit when chronicling a biography. The simplicity in following a person’s career trajectory or contribution to society makes for a readily available portrait to put together. This element especially helps when the person’s story has been partially told beforehand–making the research/development phase easier to manage. Biographical documentaries are easier to produce with clear, concise storylines that builds toward the climax of a person and finishes off with its denouement which often dissolves readily into legacy talk. Also, funding for production flows more easily one-sided when a group of supporters are championing that person worthy of visually documenting. Alas, the Pope was a subject of a bio documentary in the film, Pope Francis: A Man of His Word–which, in truth, came out as a tier level above a PR-fronted film. For the producers of the piece there probably was no real issue with raising Catholic funds from the vaults of the Vatican to fully fund this project.

Biographical documentaries are good, shiny marketable products that can easily fit in a TV ad, highway billboard, or digital platform. A marketing campaign to reach potential audiences can get straight to the point in highlighting the good, the bad, and, sometimes, the ugly of a given biographical narrative. In the over-flooding of the next flashy, expensive Marvel movie and the slate of comedy-dramas that make it to the movie theatre along with action thrillers of spy dramas a marketable, package-able bio doc can fit the slate for the film-watching lay person. As is taught in marketing courses the simpler the product or service the better it is to market and put out. In other words, ‘dumb it down’ in order to reach more people. Anything complicated and detailed as you get with documentaries of other sub-genres can be a tough sell.

Biographical documentaries are far less controversial than the social justice documentary that takes on a contentious topic. Unless the subject itself speaks of a once-controversial figure bio docs fall safely in the political arena. It rarely pisses off the right or left spectrum of political debates and its expressions. It fits neatly into the history of multi-varying perspectives that speak on impacts and realities. The Gospel According to Andre did this well with Andre Leon Talley’s story as the film chronicles his upbringing from segregated Durham, North Carolina to the liberal, progressive environs of Paris, France and the eclectic NYC scene. With such a safety net shielding the controversial aside bio docs have an avenue for all to consume if not feast on. Documentaries of other sub-genres have multiple angles with layered storylines and plenty of backstory. This can mean for a full-course meal for audience members to consume compared to just going straight for the entry, which bio docs serve up.

Biographical documentaries can make for a great business sell. Easier to make–even with the years of patience and focus. With marketability with an already built audience an excellent ROI can come with a completed work. Just hope you are the first one to the topic and have the access to the material and interviewees necessary in visually telling, if not revealing, the person’s story. So, no matter how expensive the production budgets are in the end the money is there and the market is ready for exploit. In fact, even as the genre has grown tremendously in the last two decades movie theaters have been reluctant to screen documentary films–especially now that practically everything has gone digital. For one, a theater run is very short–lasting two to three weeks at a time. Digital streams and platforms in today’s market has been the avenue. So, in the rare cases a documentary makes it to the big screen all the ducks have to be lined up–a clear, concise storyline, marketability of a less-controversial film and the reality of a built-in audience are there waiting. Everything that encompasses a bio doc.

Biographical documentaries deconstruct celebrities or popular figures with added nuance and flair because they have an already established following. There’s no re-inventing the wheel with symbolic imagery or other elements to paint a new biographical portrait of a person. The smartest producers can simply listen to and read into how their fans interpret and express the story of a famous person. This gives them an advantage on how the story is told. Morgan Neville uses this approach effectively in Won’t You Be My Neighbor? by portraying Fred Rogers, his career, and personal philosophy of child love with behind-the-scenes footage of his hit TV show. Audiences who grew to love him can understand and soak up all the subtlety of a celebrity star that Rogers came to be. These simple yet stylistic approaches to such a documentary will give a director added incentive to construct his or her subject with nuance and flair. Fitted within the guidelines of what fans already know of their big-time subject bio docs can take creative approaches in storytelling. Kevin Macdonald in Whitney sprinkles in 1980s and 1990s American landscape of visual montages to articulate the times of Whitney Houston’s growth in the pop music scene. This is a jazzy auteur approach to visual storytelling in which the directors and producers hope can articulate more fundamentally the nuance of an enigmatic character–behind the scenes plus add a flair that can appeal to mainstream audiences. This element is indeed used in other sub-genres of documentary film production but is more readily available with popular figures who already attract a huge following because the narrative is slightly laid out. So with nothing too heady for audiences to scratch their heads to in order to try and understand a film’s plot they are more likely to be plugged away for that next bio doc. Keep it in the feature-length time frame of the early 90 to 100 minutes then you got a potential banger! Imagine if Netflix’s Virunga or The Ivory Game or HBO’s Tickled and Going Clear dare try their attempts at the big screen.

Validation

In the past few years of our meme-creating, viral video-addicted society validation has grown amok. The time has come to steer away from it. This message is for the artist today. Not their target audiences or engaged fans. This need for someone to pat you on the back to confirm your place as an artist, a creative–professional or not–has to go. From award shows, panel discussions, round-table talks, networking events, and the endless digital trails of followers and likes on social media–validation seems to be a needed precursor for art to be completed and artistry endeavored. Us, young artists, firmly identified in the often-maligned category of Millennials seem to aim first and foremost for that pat on the back, the group acknowledgement of self-love, and a safe space from critics to allow one to establish and deliver. Just to create and just to make a mark in a specific industry, validation now has become the benchmark to propel art forward rather than the merit of creating it or the great expression that art may leave behind.

The term ‘validation’ is in a different context than ‘inspiration’ and ‘motivation’. Inspiration and motivation both combine as a self-willing attribute that allows an artist to dream and the moxie to pursue. It can be found in all waking endeavors–in business, sports, and–even, politics. Validation is entirely on a different plane of existence. It is outer; outside the self. It’s a mix and combination of critics and audience. It is primarily third-party. Somewhere along the way in this advent digital age where opinions travel faster than the speed of light (and sound)–validation has trumped inspiration and motivation. It’s like receiving the applause before the art is delivered. The artist thinks of herself and himself as a representative to speak for others thus soliciting the support of a constituency or base. Along the way the artist creates their medium of creative expression as catering to a group, class, or demographic rather than the self-propelled avenue art is meant for. Artists needs to speak less or rather in the words of the tired cliche, “Let the art speak for itself.”

“…if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that…” -Charles Bukowski “so you want to be a writer?”

You see validation in the film festival circuit often during Q&A sessions when the mic is drawn to guest panelists of producers, directors and actors. You see validation at the endless annual cycles of award shows that is often propped up as a participation medal ceremony. There you can hear artists speak on issues that often surpass what the art portrayed. You see validation at networking events of industry executives shaking hands with future creative leaders but needing the congratulatory support of needing to get their foot in the door. You even see validation at art galleries where more conversations become about the need to represent a peoples and their situation rather than the talent and great allure of the showcased paintings and photographs. You even see validation in titles and labels people given themselves like an “activist” doing protest art, for example.

Validation is especially pushed harder on the minority artist. He or she often feels far too often the doors to bigger platforms of expression are closed more rigidly to them than for others. Validation makes sense for that Native American painter, or the Hispanic singer, or the woman sculptor to progress on as contemporary artist. The talented Ava DuVernay gets a lot of credit with her social movement pushing the need to acknowledge the black woman filmmaker. What resonates greatly to her cause is the quality of her film and TV projects and the theme it expresses. However as an activist/thought leader she leans more on validating new, young artists more than the work they created and, thus, presented. While this can lead to unknown, talented artists getting their fair share of expression and recognition it can also be a slippery slope. Validating the artist more so than validating the art itself may lead to a forced acknowledgment of mediocrity and inexperience.

Millennials are often toted as the “participation trophy” generation. Parents and teachers to counselors and coaches often used the word “special” to describe and encourage young Millennials as they were growing up. Off they went to their university campuses after graduating in the top of their high school classes with even more support from professors and advisers instilling in them with the world-is-yours mentality–the feeling of “you can accomplish anything you put your mind to”. Simply, just show up. Then for the first time as newly adults entering the ever-changing world reality seeped in and often came with a cold, slap in the face. Suddenly, success is not guaranteed, hard work doesn’t always pay off, and things and institutions aren’t always fair–most don’t play by the rules. But the adults influencing Millennials in their impressionistic growth didn’t outline for Millennials that reality–even as they were living it themselves. Any critique, negative acknowledgement was frowned upon–afraid of hurting self-esteem thus stunting confidence in growth. Such predilections seeped into the ubiquitous world of art. Kids that showed a burgeoning gift of art early on were pushed into specialized schools or art electives with that same promise of success and accomplishment. The artistic Millennial went off to grossly over-priced colleges and universities bent on careers as the next generation of new artists. There they began little to big projects setting themselves up for the real world just before getting their feet wet. Then they entered the real world of social connections, electronic money systems, and huge lines of older artists also trying to get their foot in the ironclad industry doors. Failure was inevitable and the concrete jungle produced not only the survival of the fittest but the most talented (and charismatic–as a combo) among this growing pool of soon-to-be artists. Validation then came into being as a top initiative for artist feeling victimized and marginalized to the forces of the world where success goes to a small few. Artists in this light then aimed for awards over good, followers over the journey, and ‘likes’ over passion.

In the end, art is really more about pushing boundaries and breaking institutional norms. It’s about the celebration of the auteur and opening up expressions for niche and mainstream audiences to feel, think, imbibe, and acknowledge in different ways. Art is about journeying and expanding. Its about chartering one’s own path. It;s about freedom. Art is not about being liked or lauded in showers of honors. Validation should be an extra, ancillary, superfluous. Artistry should live like dream states of conscious that props people into a different world–perhaps, a different space and time. There’s no utility nor purpose to art. It is entirely existentialist. Therefore representation should apply more readily to industry personnel than to actresses, writers, and comedians. Art only moves forward in the creator. And, the talent that drives it is not based on superficial, human-induced concepts of group-think and identity–race, culture, gender, creed, etc. So, go! Shut up and create. Let’s see who’s really listening, reading, watching, liking way beyond the validation.

Fast, Cheap, and Good are Never All Friends

Fast, Cheap, and Good are never all friends. They never hang out at the same time. And, when the three do link up there’s more tension and drama than the women showcased on a current reality TV show. One of them has to go. Only two of them can go together as a pair. So, when it comes to creative works ‘fast, cheap, and good are never friends’ is a truism that has stood the test of time. In pairing Fast and Cheap on a given work it usually means it won’t be Good. If it is Cheap and Good the work won’t be Fast. And, if the work is Fast and Good it won’t be Cheap.

For independent films and the big-budgeted Hollywood blockbusters this is an all too often reality for producers and their producing teams as they set off on their creative projects. Budgets may come in increments throughout production or it may be wasted due to poor management. Thus, one of the three elements mentioned above must be sacrificed. If the given project has an non-negotiable delivery time budget fallouts may force out the value of that project. When time is allotted for extending the project to the director’s and producer’s satisfaction as we see with so many independent documentary films than Good can pair up with Cheap and leave out Fast.

Now two beliefs are a given when analyzing whether Fast, Cheap, and Good can, in fact, be friends together. One is the belief that Good, a relative term, can be universally applied in this truism. The second is the belief of “time” when it comes to the element of Fast. For the former–what is good in the eyes of one may be different from another whether they are in the audience seats, the production office or on set. Who dictates what is good in the realm of art, a subject matter that is wholly dependent on subjective favor and experience? Plus, in the belief that film can be a utility to raise awareness more so than narrating a story–does good even matter in the end? Good, here, I would define as a work that can be appreciated as a memorable piece. Short of hailing the work as a classic I define Good as whether it did its job to influence and inspire and entertain in a congenial way. If one or more people forget a work too quickly and then move onto something else then it is fair to say that the given work is not good. Good must stand on its own merit and production value by delivering a positive and lasting mark through its given mode of expression (film, writing, music, etc.). I simplify good in creative works as not being fast food–something we see all too often in this new digital landscape of constant V.O.D. streaming. In regard to time I am just as simple with that understanding as with the Good element. Time is whether enough depth of measured space in duration allows for the best delivery by the producer and producing team. In other words, when a director and producer has enough time to deliver a work to the best of their ability than the given work is not fast. No rushing or forced rushes occur when producers are allowed to work free of time constraints. This measure of time can be anything from several years to a few months. In pairing Fast and Good together to leave out Cheap than time here is pushed forward to a very expensive proposition which compels the best of the best to accomplish simultaneously to reach deliverable dates. Fast and Good usually entails a litany of people on hand delivering their portion of a given work in a very tight schedule for the highest production value possible. One can only image how expensive that can be.

Far too often we see ambitious production heads and network execs rush order a given work or works from concept to completion. This ambition pities Fast, Cheap, and Good from a productive, valuable connection and limits the elements to embrace one another collectively. In this era of high-demand, video on demand–Fast, Cheap, and Good constantly clash in the race for the next big splash. Netflix’s library of content continues at a stellar pace but often leaves viewers with a large catalog of filler in each of their categories of shows and films to watch. Traditional television stations are still operating with an old business model of package deals of slated, episodic programming. This with tight deadlines compromises the relationship of Fast, Cheap, and Good. Even young, aspiring filmmakers want to carve their place in the splintered world of digital entertainment. Going the way of limited budgets with a rush to deliver and disseminate to their enthusiastic audiences Good gets back-burned or at least marginalized for a given work in the placement of Fast and Cheap. The motivation obviously is to slow down a bit.

However one wants to go out and create, sacrifices are indeed made. If a creative work along the way reaches a top milestone then Fast, Cheap, and Good are interchangeable in pairs but not in threes. Certainly in that case–two’s a company and three’s a crowd.

Digital platforms race to distribute the top docs

In this new V.O.D. world of constant streaming in both short form and long form content documentary films as a growing niche genre continues to raise the bar of excellence and intrigue. And, Netflix, Amazon, and HBO are in the thick of it among top-rated distributors in such online streaming of the best documentaries today. In relatively the past 5 years and on, outside DVD sales, small movie theatres, and even the film festival circuit independent documentaries and docuseries have found a unique home among targeted markets and the genre’s most feverish enthusiasts. What the on-demand world of endless streaming made accessible for cheap at one’s comfort and leisure documentary filmmakers have elevated their game in a hyper-competitive arena for distributors bent on expanding their reach of new audiences. It is in this pathway that the value of documentary film watching has been a main staple for business models of the three top video-on-demand platforms in the U.S. Unknown documentary filmmakers, seasoned journalists and the genre’s top auteurs has made splashes of their work to reach the queues of the robust catalogs in Netflix, Amazon, and HBO.

Gone are the days where film directors and producers were incessant on getting their work in the best rated film festivals for a top bidder for distribution. Now while Toronto Film Festival, Sundance, Tribeca, and others still boast world premieres of the year’s most anticipated documentary films Netflix, Amazon, and HBO have opened up the pathways for young and old documentarians to make their mark with top-notch films. Moreover, with Netflix and Amazon as opposed to HBO that still relies on a TV broadcast model, popularity with documentaries has reached beyond a traditional market base. With no heavy roll-out of advertisement and marketing schemes to get audiences excited for what’s to come, a surprising add to viewers’ watch list has made for a great platform and easy-to-access approach in watching the next best documentary available. In addition to skirting away from film festivals as the best option Netflix, Amazon, and HBO still allow for great documentaries to reach theatrical distribution and the chance to snag top awards and nominations among the Oscars, Emmys, and Peabodys.

As great as they started, Netflix original documentaries have gotten better and better with time. Removed from the status and look of HBO-and-PBS-modeled documentaries Netflix has the freedom and audacity to be all over the place with their works. Virunga, set in the middle of the turbulence of central Africa can fall in the same category of content with Strong Island and 13th–both set in the midst of American race relations.  Errol Morris’ genre-bending, 6-part series, Wormwood, can naturally mix in with the rest of Netflix’s socially and politically relevant documentaries like Nobody Speak, Icarus, and Chasing Coral. What Netflix has been able to do with their documentary catalog–either with original projects or acquisitions–is open up the imagination of what documentaries can do for a culture of diverse watchers. Whether the focus is on government conspiracies, climate change, racism, or sports all of it has the educational and knowledge-based wherewithal to expand minds and possibilities of where docs can go and the impact it can make on communities. It is now become a commonplace refrain among Netflix’s millions of subscribers to talk over a cup of coffee or at the office break-room even to complete strangers: “Have you seen that documentary on Netflix?”

While still a primarily acquisition factory house Amazon Studios is slowly building up original content of great documentary film works. Documentaries like Human Flow and Author: The JT Leroy Story provide award-winning stuff readily available for watching in the online giant’s e-commerce reach. Amazon is molding itself as a powerhouse for film storytelling of social relevance and political expediency. This allows them to reach a particular emphasis among their targeted demo. Their distribution models allow for world premieres at varying film festivals in conjunction to an online film release in their portal. By doing so its audience members follow and galvanize behind the popularity of a given documentary title.

The stellar slate of HBO Documentary Films has been around longer than this era of mainstream online streaming. However, HBO has certainly continued to provide the kinds of top-notch documentaries in the V.O.D. experience. HBO put out two of Alex Gibney’s well-known works, Mea Maxima Culpa: Silence in the House of God and Going Clear and the always-provocative Spike Lee in his rare dabble in documentary filmmaking with 4 Little Girls and When The Leeves Broke. HBO’s tradition has been less experimental than Netflix’s model sticking with their historic formula of thorough storytelling and a firm, engrossing approach to raising awareness on a range of current topics. This is all thanks to the creative vision and leadership of Sheila Nevins, the head of HBO Documentary Films. 3 1/2 Minutes, 10 Bullets, the bio pic, Kurt Cobain: Montage of Heck, and the family-friendly, lovable piece, Heart of a Dog all play a solid role in providing today’s documentary film lovers with enough of an appetite to consume in the endless libraries of global online streaming. In other words, if a documentary enthusiast wants his or her share of watching the best of the best among recently-produced documentary titles and decides to go with HBO he or she will get their steady supply and satisfying fill.

Authorized Docs vs. Unauthorized Docs

I wanted to pen some thoughts on tendencies in documentary filmmaking that I recently have been noticing lately and thought it was thought-provoking enough to express. The reality of authorized documentary films and unauthorized documentaries has both its appeals and downsides, challenges and circumstances, and potential and limitations. Before we dive into all such corollaries I want to make clear not just my terminologies in using concepts like ‘authorized’ and ‘unauthorized’ but I also wanted to expound on why such distinctions occur in documentary-style approaches and all modus operandi that allows documentary film projects to be completed year in and year out. On this latter notion–I believe it is vital for the strength of documentary film storytelling–should it withstand the test of time–to make clear and aware what the boundaries are in subject matter and documentation. Such distinction can make or break a film based on accessibility production teams have to work with and the clear expression toward nuance that elevates films to its highest level achievable. Audiences and marketing strategies in distribution also can resonate with film pieces when the line is drawn toward authorized and unauthorized films. In other words, audience members can anticipate what they are getting into as they enter a movie theatre or click their V.O.D. app for the selection of a particular documentary–authorized or not.

Now back to my terminologies and how I am using the concepts of what is authorized and unauthorized. Authorization–pure and simple–is when the subject(s) in and of itself has been given the green light for a production team to utilize any and all elements to tell their film story. Green light means any and all access to the major characters involved and the signing off in access to use elements as components for a documentary film production–like photos, audio clips, historic archival footage material, and even time in for interviews for candid conversations. Authorization may even include the tendency for the subject to take part in the production of the film itself which often include overseeing the overall storyline and story arc. Such approaches may even end with a film to be completed based on the subject’s stamp of approval–the ultimate green light. This can help in distribution of the film if the subject has a big reach toward a target audience or niche community. A great example of authorized documentary films include: Tupac Resurrection and Marley. These two bio docs actually had family members of both legendary musicians take part in producing their iconic pieces. Tupac’s mother Afeni Shakur played the role as producer, and all of Rita and Bob Marley’s children were executive producers on their piece. As a result, the filmmakers were allowed authorized access to never-before-seen footage material, music/audio clips, candid, unscripted interviews, and a potential market reach to audiences once completed. On the contrast, examples of unauthorized and well-done pieces include: Lumumba: The Death of a Prophet and Steve Jobs: The Man in the Machine. While these works of art made by prolific auteurs were completed on the margins of access and authorization nonetheless, out came two phenomenal films that elucidated the nuances toward the powerful figures each of the film portrayed. Raoul Peck had no clearance, support, or endorsement from the Congolese government or Patrice Lumumba’s family–which I think elevated his approach to the subject. Kind of like an admirer viewing his subject from a distance dispelling the mythology of the great Congolese independence leader. Alex Gibney in much the same way was shunned from Apple, Inc. with the kinds of elements that can make for great nuance to the Silicon Valley giant years after his untimely death. Gibney’s approach was to deconstruct the life and work of Steve Jobs from those who knew and worked with him and break down rumors, allegations and stories to get at the kernel of truth and reality. Nothing short of documentary film storytelling came out wrong in the paths the directors took to tell their stories.

In the last two years 4 biographical documentaries were released that I want to make mention of in the limitation of authorized documentaries that can sometimes miss the mark–Brett Morgen’s 2015 film, Kurt Cobain: Montage of Heck,  Barbara Kopple’s 2016 doc, Miss Sharon Jones! and two 2017 films–Dolores on the famed labor rights activist Dolores Huerta, and ESPN’s Ric Flair documentary, Nature Boy. What I noticed intricately in these films were the tendency of the storytellers to speak directly to an audience who very much knew the figures the film portrays which incentivized the directors to take liberties away from key biographical accounts and details of their famed subject. I think it is because of the film’s full access to subject that little unknown information was provided, too much of a touch-up on the glorifying and celebrating the figures that were conveyed occurred, and, more importantly, aspects were over-done in direction and writing. Watching Morgen’s bio doc on Kurt Cobain I was left out of the very nuance that led to the eventual suicide of the musician. Details were ignored to the psychology of the complicated personhood that made Cobain who he eventual became–a loner teenager, quaint musician, and depressed young adult. While the stylized rendition of Cobain’s story were done superbly in Morgen’s documentary film portrait as a complimentary fallback to artistic expression and the celebrating of it, in the end such a treatment took the place of a potential strong and profound narrative. In Kopple’s approach to the biographical account of the dying R&B/funk singer–Sharon Jones–began toward the end of her career and unraveled backwards leaving audiences puzzled in piecing her biographical story together. We get her struggle and we applaud her resiliency but we want to know more about what made this star special and the character that evolved through the years. Here, the case of authorization limits how these two narratives can be told and expressed in unique dimensions and critical analysis–instead of just playing to the audience of fans.  The documentary films–Dolores and Nature Boy seemed like mash-ups of several projects eventually construed together. In each of the documentaries both the subject of the films were interviewed more than once–Dolores Huerta herself was featured three times in different sit-down interviews–assuming her different wardrobe and location of the interviews represented a different setup altogether. As a result, the subject’s commentary in the numerous interview soundbites overshadowed the scope of the subject in the film’s story through-lines limiting how deep and intricate the narratives were told. A lot of nuance were left out of Nature Boy which in the end parlayed too much on the wonder and mystique of the famed wrestler. The best bio docs that resonates for me is when all mystique, suspense, and wonder is either suspended or lifted from one’s biography as to get to the bare bone of who a person is and then coalesced in the story’s denouement. Two films who did a marvelous job at this tendency while employing a significant approach and style in authorized, green-light access–were the 2016 Oscar winner Amy, the 2017 Oscar winner ESPN’s and Ezra Edelman’s OJ: Made in America, and John Scheinfeld’s John Coltrane 2017 documentary, Chasing Trane.  Nothing was left out in the storytelling process. Nuance was accentuated. A story where no head-scratching moments, or confounding twists were involved. I believe Nature Boy and Dolores were done with, frankly, too much access–perhaps, as a respectful gesture to maintain the reputation of the subject. On an aside, there is certainly room to raise the inquiry of films’ authorization and how it affects bio narratives on figures who are alive compared to those that are dead. Nevertheless, biographical films should be free in telling an expository narrative with appeal and gust for insight if not, enlightenment.

So, again while authorized documentaries and unauthorized documentaries have both its upside and downside for filmmakers it is imperative for films to undergo thorough research beforehand to come up with both a framework and game plan for their approach and delivery on their subject for their documentary film. This can buttress the relevancy of the topic of the doc. Such thoroughness in pre-production can help a film come full circle and add to the reason why so many documentaries are what it is in today’s diversified film markets–both thorough and engaging works of art. While we, artists, aim for perfection in our works making the perfect documentary is a mirage. Instead, the final outcome for a completed documentary film project should be whether production teams maximize what they were given and allowed access to. Beyond money and prestige of the production of the documentary and the subject(s) involved, taking advantage of access in small and big ways can deliver documentary films to higher levels of resonating art and thorough products of entertainment and learning.

Fear

Fear—I feel you, I see you, I hear you, I sense you, I even touch you. You penetrate my soul just enough to consume me. Your goal isn’t to kill nor pillage nor degrade nor degenerate. Your goal is to control. Control my mind, my body, and my soul. Control enough for me not to move forward in my journey of liberation. Control enough to cloud my vision of prosperity and optimism. Your insidious and subtle ways and mode of behaving envelops so violently toward my consciousness to such a degree that I’m dragged through life. You help turn me into a war-like creature that brings battle to everything that I know–even myself. You help me to keep my neighbor’s children starving and my environment sickly in need. But what is your nature, I might ask? You are neither a thing, person, or place. You are neither an institution nor a program. Yet you infect as much as you create. You are universal in abandonment of all that is precious, sacred, valuable, and real. You are the poison that fills the void in human civilization. You are the disease of the mind that contaminates everything into destitution. And worse yet you cannot be blamed!

I see you in the most remote of places. In the classroom, on the radio, in an ant hill, in courtrooms, and holy altars. You come and go as you please—just enough to leave damage. All the negativity, violence, and indifference in the world are simply the products of your work. In Western society you mask yourself in mediocrity. In the Third World you wear the mask of poverty. All the “isms” in the world—sexism, racism, classism—are all your most successful projects. You force humans to look at themselves in the mirror of their reality only to see staring back at them a wretched creature too deplorable to even look at. No national borders can contain you. Bombs cannot obliterate you. Activism cannot stop you. Religions cannot erase you. Governments thrive on you. Sadly in dire times money depends on you. Your essence stifles critical thinking and usurps personal initiative and responsibility.  Worse yet, you have become a religion—a philosophy to live by. You help human beings to mobilize themselves into gated communities under security alarms in private properties embodied within invisible walls.

Your greatest allure is death—the end of the superficial and the beginning of the reincarnate. When all else fails in your pursuits you invoke the notion of death—the very thing that plagues the sleeping heart, mind, and soul. Your work in war, genocide, rape, murder, and the atrocities done to the plants and animals on earth remind us all too often of the certainty of you. But death symbolizes your last confrontation. The last powerful war you can wage on the subconscious of individuals. Your cousins—worry, anxiety, and doubt—play with death amongst the minds of your victims. But none of them use it so well and accomplish so greatly. Your meddling with the concept of death awards you the highest accolade of suffering in the world. You motivate the weak to conceive their journey of life to be primarily for security and comfort sake. You isolate human beings from their distant and close relatives in suspicion and envy. You help us to identify ourselves based on petty constructs like race, ethnicity, nationality, political affiliations and social assemblies. You help create environments of greed, history of bloodshed, conditions of oppression, circumstances of pain and agony, ignorance, deserts brought by exploitation, and religions delivering false promises of the selfish desire for heaven and the ignorant dread of hell. You come and go as you please—destroying everything in your path. As easily as you can be erased you too can come back—and sometimes even for more. You grab hold of the heart and never let go. You leave no room for growth or wisdom or hope. You create the present into shadows in the same fashion that you make bleak the future and dark your past. You’re as general as air and water and yet as ubiquitous as time and energy.

Nothing can contain you—yet everything can conceive of you. You make strangers among family members. Abusers among loved ones. Enemies among nations. Greedy among the once-good at heart. And worse yet, you make sick among the able-body. Your work among the physically impaired and the malignancy of health confers you as the greatest curse known to humankind.  You help multiply cancerous cells, raise blood pressures into hypertension, and progress flues, obesity, diabetes, and tumors. Your work retards the energetic compounds made to heal the body and prosper bodily outcomes from sickness to health. Your work makes stupid and foolish among men and women. You help limit people into complacency, mediocrity, and apathy—on their own volition. You cage them up in their own self-made prisons and dry up their seed for rehabilitation. You send them out into the world of confusion and contempt and force themselves to survive like animals fending for themselves. You help to motivate their societies and communities of people to think that an independent, survival mode is the only way for them to get by. You shattered their thoughts of grandeur for a reality in harmony to the ultimate ‘Good’. You turn them into pleasure maximizers and hedonistic beings as their means of coping with the world—a mechanism for self-pacifying. You tackled their spirits to the ground only for them to finally get up and acknowledge themselves merely as inanimate objects programmed to move through an existential space of chaos. You force them to consume without any end, learn like naïve children, forget as much as they accumulate, and struggle blindly without any purpose or meaning. And above all—they turned you into an idol for them to worship until death—which they call God.

Your most calculating role is hate—but you refuse to stop there—only knowing that you could do more. All the evil in the world wishes they were as powerful as you. You create a dichotomy in society among slave and slave-owner, exploiter and the exploited, the privileged and the oppressed. You move and flourish without care. You accomplish without regret or remorse. You are universal yet you enter into reality specifically and superficially. We are addicted to your tempting presence and embodying essence and respond to life as if we need you. You become so necessary that you become food to our starving bodies. You give human beings the excuse to idle along in life. You compel human beings to live impulsively, think irrationally and behave irresponsibly. The house you built is contained with rift, jealousy, and competition constructed on your solid foundation. You infect the minds of many and the hearts of the majority to confuse and beguile us into violence, subjugation and repression.

Alas, I found your enemy! It sought home and refuge under the rubble you left behind. It laid withered and unmoved under your scorching heat. Amidst the ashes of war, the bones of the slaughtered, the dried blood of dead bodies it remained still and ripe for its time in the world. There it has risen and resurrected the heart in the few of men and women alike. It is unlimited in its potential and unbounded in its creativity. It is as timeless as it is infinite. It turned your work of a wilderness of hate and war into a flourishing paradise of communion. It is your enemy not because of conflict but because of contrast. When it is alive you die. When it is conceived you don’t exist. Some call it different names like love, self-enlightenment, peace—but its definition remains the same. And yet, it requires a more careful use of language. Laying weak and small it was kept alive by the smiles of a small number and thoughts of only a few.

It knows nothing of discrimination and separation. It hides under no national flag, economic class, ethnic identity, racial group, traditional culture, or labeled religion. It sees the color of a human’s skin as no more significant than the color of his or her eyes. It doesn’t believe in custom, dogma, ritual, convention, habit, doctrine, institution, and other means to an end for one to get addicted to. It sees violence as an ignorant attempt to solve disagreement. It sees family spiritually holistic and not akin to blood. Money cannot buy it. Politicians cannot cater to it. Pastors cannot teach it.  Lawyers cannot defend it. Armies cannot guard it. It chooses not to compete but to create. It is a beauty of the spirit whose miraculous light blinds the ill-hated, fear-driven, impulsive-obsessed, and the materialistic consumer. It understands that freedom is internal and not conditionally-based on external circumstances. It changes its language from “desire” to “aspiration”, “comfort” to “liberation”, “success” to “peace”. It eludes the majority not because of its complexity but because of its simplicity. While you exist mortally—it exists immortally. That is how it remains victorious in your last confrontation and battle with death.

It knows how you are created—out of greed and selfishness. So in turn it helps the individual take a different route. It transcends the mediocre away from a life of dependency and subjection into a walk of life that is pure in empowerment and strength. It goes beyond the impermanent things of this world intrinsically powered by wisdom and guided by self-control. The way it defeats the like of you and the work you are determined to leave behind is by constant self-abnegation and thought.  Violence cannot subvert it. No human institution or establishment can change it. People cannot coerce or manipulate it. No price tag can be put on it. It is in the world but not of the world. It surrenders to nothing else but the oneness that is everything—the source where its essence comes from. It goes beyond the senses like the quiet green valleys that lay low and the still waters that flow. It cleanses the body, mind, and soul with a balance of truth, beauty, and, above all, justice.

Its work in the world erases national borders, lowers national flags, empties corporate offices, closes down governments with the sign of “out of order”, and destroys bombs, artillery, and the machines of war.  Its only commandment is to love unconditionally, live peacefully, create profoundly. It gives up sadness, addiction, weakness, and unhappiness when it gives up the self—the ego that humans constructed of themselves melodramatically of past events. But few actually embody and take in the radiance of its power. This power that it operates is of pure liberation and self-cleansing. But it comes with a cost. A sacrifice of worldly desire is its price along with a non-attachment of impermanent and temporal things of this world. Great teachers, divine saints, holy prophets and spiritual avatars of the past walked this earth teaching of its essence and beauty. But because of your work and tendencies they were killed, removed, or marginalized after having done part of their work. And worse, their lives were constructed in institutions propagating fear and ignorance. But their message still resides and is kept alive with echoes of a few. In the midst of death life persists. In the midst of untruth truth persists. In the midst of darkness light exists. Thus, as long as you are kept alive your enemy will still be here. As long as you are perceived as a fatalistic reality and seemingly invincible its profound power and essence will lurk in your shadows, amid your ruins, amongst your drudgery.

That Itch

That itch. It’s always there for the young auteurs. That itch. It lingers among the creatives. The artists. The artrepreneurs. That itch needing to be scratched. Gets at all of us. From mentality to emotion that itch moves us forward. It makes real our existence as makers and shakers. Inspired by the itch we tread forward–ever lightly to our destiny. Our dream. Our burning passion to create and develop. To master and accentuate. To accomplish. That itch comes in multiple forms–a voice, a conscious, a gut feeling, a dream from REM sleep, words from a mentor, lessons from a teacher. That constantly-staying itch delivers us patience for the scratch for relief. For satisfaction for a job well done. For peace of mind in accomplishing one’s life task.

For those who want to deliver a splash in their line of work be it culinary arts, writing, opening up a business, making it to the pros, or independent documentary filmmaking that itch becomes an element of the highest regard–in order to make it happen. The itch is borne out of this need to create, to produce, to introduce, to deliver, to attain, to reach. Filmmakers call on it for inspiration to journey through the long haul of constructing an independent film. That itch usually is surrounded by somethings and some people. For doc filmmakers that itch may encompass a marginalized community or cast of characters, a story undiscovered or little known, an issue suffering from downcast attention or under-looked awareness, or a subtle theme or lesson needed for elaboration at a pressing time. That itch helps the film storyteller reach out toward a niche in a given media market made up of audiences of a specific targeted demo. Michael Moore had it in Roger & Me, where it called him to engage more fully to the community where he belonged. Seeing how the layoffs of a major corporation (General Motors) impacted thousands of workers-residents of his hometown, Moore was itching to confront the situation head on. That itch propelled him to encounter Roger Smith, former CEO of GM–the personification of the change in Flint, Michigan since the early 1980s. That itch inspires the film maker to carve out a narrative rendered through moving images and artificial sound. It controls the destiny of a project from concept to completion.

With likeness to things like ‘motivation’ and ‘inspiration’ that itch is more than a tall task to perform and execute. That itch is a calling card to one’s calling. It delivers one away from the everyday distraction. It shifts the focus to the focus. It keeps the artist alive. What drove the filmmakers of Virunga to go follow the park rangers in their constant pursuit to protect their national park in the midst of civil wars and armed insurrection from ragtag rebel groups in central Africa? Certainly, it wasn’t safety or security that prompted them to tell such a sordid story. It was that itch.

This itch does not guarantee success. Nor does this itch work solely in development and production–since it takes more to accomplish and attain. Rather that itch is the precursor and the leitmotif of the story behind the story. That itch aims for progress and movement. It propels an artist and his group forward with momentum and trajectory. It makes real the ineffable. Constantly molding the poetry with the prose, the abstract with the concrete, the thought with the action. Blessed is he or she to have that itch. Blessed is she or he to engage with that itch and use to act. To be controlled and then take control of the itch. To make imperative the scratch of promise to talent or honesty to story or wisdom to art. That itch fills up museums with pieces of great art and architecture, it fills up V.O.D. streaming sites with libraries of content, it fills up rosters of professional sports teams, and sets the bar for generations later of artists discovering, finding, and then delivering their voices.

Celebrations Should Be For Achievement Not Potential

There is a unique yet not-so rare phenomenon happening lately that has me pausing to reflect. It is a tendency either spurned out by or because of Millennials. It’s mostly a social acknowledgement and appeal that now has me wondering not just why it has come to be but where such thinking comes from. The phenomenon is the tendency for peer groups, family members, colleagues, and others to want to celebrate too early or for an upcoming event or anticipated situation. Lately, I have been invited to a tad too many soirees, meetups, parties, celebrations, and gatherings of events that praise an upcoming person or organization on a project, initiative, cause and sometimes even an idea. While I do understand the need for acknowledgement on a worthy goal and pursuit this premature congratulating that invites friends and family to come out in an expression of gratitude and symbolism for potential is rather trite, if not mediocre. Examples of such events that I am alluding to involves premature celebrations like completing the 8th grade and getting ready for high school, or launching a business or nonprofit organization, closing a distribution deal without sales coming in, etc. The kind of stuff that really should get a nod of acknowledgement and the whisper of: “Keep going! Keep it up!” Celebrations and congratulatory moments that  give tribute to a certain person or group must be posited on an achievement. Society needs to make achievement the worthy cause to celebrate not potential.

Milennials are–for good or bad–the first generation in human history to be taught and reared through childhood development that they can have anything they want, accomplish anything they put their mind to, and fulfill their dreamy lifestyle with exact precision with the consistent praise of being special. Contrary to the reality of the world where isms (racism, sexism, classism, etc.) lurk in civilization like that of pollution and humidity–Milennials are bent on entering the world with bountiful optimism no matter what background they grew out of. These products of the “participation trophy” generation has rendered growing youth to feel special and worthy of success. Molded in a milieu of caring teachers, parents, and peers Milennials battle the dichotomy of unyielding optimism and a stark reality that isn’t so bright and positive. This message of “getting whatever you put your mind to” shelters such youth-turning-adults into entitled men and women who are always looking for reminders of not only how special they are but what potential lies ahead for him or her simply by showing up.

I recently attended a panel discussion at a local film festival of a handful of young woman filmmakers speaking on diversity in the industry and accomplishing women success stories. While the message and theme was heartfelt and many ways on point I had an issue with the messengers. While the panel didn’t have the likes of Ava DuVernay or Kathryn Bigelow the panel’s little-to-no experience in the film industry and, more so, their lack of any meaningful achievement left much to be sought. I am a person who seeks incredible, brilliant people to follow for inspiration and motivation. But that person must be one of accomplishment and action not one who says all the right things. The choice to aim for achievement or potential parallels with aiming for action or words. Congratulatory events should be a worthy symbolic moment shared with close friends, families, co-workers, collaborators, etc. when an actual achievement has been established, a goal reached, a dream actualized. To put together a gathering where attendees look forward to what may come of someone is contrary to living in a world that looks up to winners and men and women of achievement.

A settling mindset begins to percolate and creep into the psyche and behavior of those who are honored and congratulated too prematurely. It will set ‘potential’ and what may be over realized goal-setting and the following through needed with hardwork and determination. We cannot afford to pat-on-the-back another generation of youth every time they attempt at something. An attempt does not equate accomplishment. An attempt is a first step. Eliminating premature celebrations like the ones mentioned makes clear that success is not guaranteed. Whether someone begins a goal and the initial process of that goal it is not enough for the awards and trophies to come out or the parties of congratulations to be held. Potential and talent may make for the initial process to get started but it must take more for accomplishment to come through. Here, is where I differentiate from the congratulatory appeal toward achievement versus success. A business’ short-term goal of sales, a young teens’ pursuit of making a team, and getting accepted to certain college are all worthy achievements that friends and family alike should acknowledge. Success in distributing one’s own independent documentary film, winning the state championship for your high school, and graduating college cum laude are examples of congratulations deemed appropriate. Achievement may or not be equated with success on subjective terms. However, the accomplishment of a given task and goal should be the focus in celebrating and commending rather than what someone is likely capable of doing and completing. Yes, grateful is the one who finally made it to the college of their desires. But, should that be celebrated in the same fashion and context as actually graduating from that college. Is their a theme of looking up to one’s potential as folks gather around or is their a sigh of relief and peace of mind that comes after a worthy pursuit has been attained–which can be shared with family and friends?

Documentary: First World vs. Third World

Adelin capturing Rwanda I am the Third World. I am a product of the so-called Developing World. I am from the most disclosed, marginalized parts of modern-day societies. We know we were never meant to count. We know our stories are but a footnote in global history. I see my light and presence in this discourse–however such conversations are limited. It’s now time that I turn my work’s attention to it. No matter how I build my résumé or the connections I make along the way or the added credits to the list in my growing, budding career here in the United State of America I must continue. No matter the luxuries at home, the car I drive, the clothes I wear, the food I eat, the compensation rendered from my employer or the perishable and non-perishable things I consume as a consumer I must evolve. I must continue and evolve to and through Third World narratives.

I am from the ignorable Third World. Look into my eyes. See what I see. Understand my heart’s desire. It beats for the forgotten, the ignored, the marginalized, the “less interesting”. In my voyage in the wild terrain of the documentary film world–in the midst of its varying niche markets and obscure realities–I see only the plight of the colonized mind, despotism in its most salient form, poverty in its most corporeal. Subject matter for documentary work in this perspective comes with a sharp focus toward realism–a probing if not piercing approach to the kind of elements of human survival–food, clothing, shelter and security. As I utilize my talent and determination toward a semblance of relevancy I must engage in this approach to subject and story. This can be deeply overwhelming–almost God-intertwined.

Adelin in Burundi

For me the so-called Third World is non-ignorable. I am no longer hypnotized by the amenities and products of the First World. I cannot buy it nor sell it–in form or substance or even in theory and practice. Its lifestyle and milieus no longer pull me in. There is an inherent contradiction in its form. It reeks of the kind of hypocrisy and brutality only conjured up in Hollywood-esque movie plots.  But, refugees, the Diaspora, exiles, and expatriates are all the voices of my Third World experience. As a product from these marginalized and close-out regions of the world I can no longer ignore their issues nor their echoes. They scream in time of war. They whisper in time of quiet totalitarian rule. My documentary film work must lean heavily into this terrain–with honesty and sagacity. To take my experiences and accomplishments of constructing top-notch quality work here in the First World and establish it through a film thesis of Third World subject matter is vital if I am to ever take myself seriously as a filmmaker.

Netflix’s Virunga, Roaul Peck’s film Fatal Assistance, and even The Square documentary by Jehane Noujaim are Third World projects done and disseminated for a First World audience. They allow the voices to story-tell with little to no filter. They are not foolish to place an omniscient narrator who understands their plight and “speaks” to the film’s audience about this Other World. They don’t speak with sympathy but convey with empathy. Some were dangerous to complete. Some challenged the filmmakers to embark in unchartered territory to the world where some of the largest media outlets rarely tread outside the times of immediate crisis. Documentary films about the Third World are not for the Third World. It’s for the privileged audience member who in the midst of the over-saturation of media content in today’s seemingly-endless digital space chooses to glance for a moment at another world–a world so wantonly misunderstood. Without that push and lean toward entertainment the film that paints a powerful portrait of the Third World is didactic–food for thought, compelling–education with a thrill, and engrossing–informative if not captivating.  Stephanie Black’s searing documentary portrait Life and Debt that examines globalization’s negative effects on the country of Jamaica brought Western audiences into scenes of a disguised and marginalized reality. It captured moments of the exacting economic condition neoliberal programs have rendered on a developing island nation–and leaves a profound impact of vivid interpretation. They showed the other side in truth and reality. Condition is the perfect word that binds the directors and producers of documentary films to the niche audiences who imbibe in its storytelling work of art. Capturing conditions paints pictures. It exhibits. It renders. It ultimately delivers. Revealing condition brings life to characters. It molds narratives in simple, understood scenario-telling and shies away from the confusing and stereotyping.

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There are plenty of spaces for these stories from Third World landscapes. Out of the pigeonhole, scapegoating mark that the Third World has been regulated to for decades these stories matter. These stories change perspectives. They open up minds. They make a difference in various venues–education forums, classrooms, lecture halls, festivals, and all other things in between. These films break through with an indelible mark. The interview soundbites from God Grew Tired of Us, the narration from Lumumba: The Death of a Prophet, the powerful cinematography in Waste Land, the voices mixed with somber music in Born into Brothels. Who can forget these works when one’s eyes are compelled to look at a different condition outside one’s realm of thinking and being? Who can negate the power of the visual component that delivers such emotion and contemplation?

The Third World isn’t caught up in privileges, or consumer products.  They are not juxtaposed in the global space to sell things for matters of convenience. They lack what the First World very often takes for granted. But they know. They know where they stand in the overall global power scheme. They know what was stolen from them. They know how they were scattered and pillaged, confounded and deflated. But, the Westerners don’t know. The generations that follow Western civilizations don’t know–because they are rarely on the ground in the Developing World. Their planes from the Developed World fly with ease pass them. These documentary film works bring them right on the ground. They walk with them. They talk to them.Adelin at home in Rwanda

Filmmaker

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Such a powerful word
Such a power to a word
Only a few are worthy of its title
Only a few are lucky to be worthy to such a title
Some make it to that word
Some yearn to make it to that word
Years define such a word
Years define a person to such a word
A not so easy title to use
A not so easy title when it’s really meant to be used

It comes with a subtle pain
A hidden notion of peace of mind
Delivered insidiously
Through a kind of undisclosed darkness
The necessary trial one has to go through
The kind every artist goes through
The kind where any creativity envelopes from
Mixed with confusion
Sprinkled with frustration
Marginalized from satisfaction
Matching choices to destiny
Rendering thoughts from visions
It comes with its own freedom
And guarantees its own tragedy

A dream word
Molded out of the abyss
Captured in visual-spatial form
Very often overused
Even misconstrued
In meaning
In thought
In practice
In a lived experience
In a journey for meaning
For understanding
For closure
It is in the artist’s art
It is in the artist’s true art form
To live it
To express one’s presence through it
And by it

Everyone and anyone desires such a title
But only a very few are actually picked
Youtube and Amazon made a lot think they deserve it
But time, work, audience, and the market prove just who truly attained it
Few are worthy of its power
Few understand its significance
The title to such a person is pushed by motivation
Driven because of inspiration
The term ‘independent’ usually accompanies such a title
Yes, idealism mocks such a person
Hunger eats away at this person
But it is only real when it burns
Even before one sees the light
As this artist captures a moment of a moment
And by a moment

From concept to completion
From start to finish
All production phases included
All the way through distribution
The word follows the predestined
The kind of destiny one cannot run away from
Lights, camera and then action
ROLLING, camera ROLLING
The title takes over one’s identity
One’s ethos
One’s place in the world