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One of the things about the original lustrous climate of this country that I despise the most is this muddle-headed concept that every thought expressed in a writer’s work must in every instance be seen as representative of, and in total agreement with, what some critic or another perceives to be the prevailing conception of some larger population on whose behalf the critic presumes to impart – be it a culture, a bustle, a religion, an entire nation, or in this case merely a limited share of one. And if in the critic’s conception the work fails to measure up to what the critic already has it in his mind the work ought to be or ought to say, then the creator of the work is chided for “being biased”, “not just”, “not telling it the device it really is”, “having an agenda”, or what is far worse, of not being “stunning and balanced” (Pardon me while I harf) .
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Look up Roger Ebert’s critique of the Coen Brothers film, “Raising Arizona”, and you’ll obtain an notion of what I’m talking about. Ebert, who surely knows better than this, actually criticized the film because in “proper life” people don’t talk the diagram the characters do in the movie. Imagine, characters in a Coen Brothers movie not behaving normally. You might as well accuse Bugs Bunny of not behaving like a genuine rabbit.
The truth is a writer’s responsibility is only to his chronicle. To instruct it his draw. In his believe words. The legend may correspond to the “true world”, or to what some larger population of people perceives the actual world to be but it need not and, in fact, shouldn’t. Thus it’s not so distinguished that critics of this film miss the point when they say that it doesn’t fairly narrate all Southerners, it’s that the criticism is more right than they realize. The film really does narrate a narrow point of concept, that of its notable narrator. But that’s exactly what it is supposed to do and nothing more. It does this with such wonderful beauty, that you can forgive its occasional lack of clarity. Well, to be completely just, the sage unravels nearly to the point of incoherence. But that is, as I said, forgivable given that the film is a such a fine and bright thing to witness. Some have criticized the film for lacking philosophical sophistication. Now who, I ask you, would have expected that of a film by and about terrible Southern white trash? The fact is this film never intends to dissect Southern life, merely to ponder it, to brood over it, and at times to even sulk about it.
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The point I’m trying to accomplish is that this film is indeed as one reviewer has described it – a visual poem. Sadly, in our culture poetic musing has become such a dying art (God attend us) that would-be critics afflicted with some sort of exquisite myopia too often mistake it for flawed analysis. Don’t let that happen to you. When you opinion this film, and you really should, it is worth bearing in mind that what you are watching is not so noteworthy a visual recording as a vision itself – one that was created specifically for your entertainment, if not necessarily for your assent. So whether you should or should not agree with what the film has to say about Southern life, I don’t pretend to know. But I can honest about guarantee that in your whole life you have never experienced a film quite like this one. That alone is enough to recommend it highly.
My family has lived in the South since it was jungle, since before Mississippi was even a territory, mighty less a location. But I moved away from Mississippi thirty years ago, and from the South altogether over twenty years ago, and I have nothing capable to say about the South. My criticisms of this movie, then, aren’t due to wounded Southern chauvinism.
After I’d rented this movie, I knew I’d want to stare it repeatedly, so I bought it. I don’t regret that decision, but the more I see it, the more suspect the film, and its makers’ intentions, become.
From the first, I knew that the film is profoundly inaccurate: to call this a mirror of the South, or a deep exploration of Southern culture, is about like saying the truth about Novel York City is found in the voodoo subculture of clear parts of Harlem.
But I plan that was probably a mistake of perspective, a matter of the filmmakers not shining any better–and maybe getting taken for a scramble by the Southerners. (That’s something Southerners score a kick out of–pulling the legs of outsiders–and it’s a well-developed, socially-prized art earn.)
I have arrive to assume, though, that some of the errors are impartial too glaring to be fair mistakes: For instance, the total absence of any reference to speed, which is surely central to any narrative of the South, especially its religion. Or the film’s completely omitting the fact that the religion portrayed in the movie is not only generally shunned, but held in contempt, by Southern evangelicals, who are the gigantic majority of religious people in the South.
Then there’s that strange-looking feeble crippled guy who tells so many stories–like the confabulation about the Sears catalog. On the assumtion that this is a documentary, you might believe he’s some backwoods poet, some exemplar of hillbilly wisdom, some local wonder that they’ve found on their search. But he’s Harry Crews, the novelist and critic, college professor, playwright, etc. In the context of the movie, the presence of this (imported to the scene, most likely paid) professional writer, without his being identified as who he is, is at least a bit misleading.
I found his stories mostly fanciful, at best. For instance, I never ever knew anyone who did with the Sears catalog what Crews said “we” do. And I certainly never saw a greater proportion of the populace lacking body parts, or suffering “launch sores,” in the South than in other places I’ve lived. The arrival of the Sears catalog was certainly a major cultural event, and we *did* all talk about it for days after it arrived–but it didn’t signify what Crews said it did, and our conversations didn’t lift the design Crews claims, in my experience. And the legend about keeping birds in the house, or birds spitting, bears no relation to anything like anything I ever heard, saw, or experienced in the South. Harry Crews is a very inventive fiction writer–and he’s at it here, I assume.
Sometimes Jim White seems very steady, with reliable compassion for the people of whom he speaks, but great of his cosmological grandiloquence seems contrived, to me. Occasionally, he seems caught in his maintain pose. For instance, he declines to go into a bar, telling the film makers, “I got no expend for a state like that,” and his disgust seems like one of his more spontaneous, authentic reactions, quite sterling. But then in his epic voice-over, obviously (from the incompatibility in production values) recorded separately, he waxes lyrical about the “substantial beauty” of such “true” places. His contempt felt more authentic than his affectation of deep insight.
At least one of White’s best aphorisms is, shall we say charitably, borrowed–”Between danger and nothing, I’ll select anxiety.” (Faulkner, the last page of The Wild Palms.) Leaves you wondering about some of the other beneficial lines–whether they’re borrowed, too. My accepted line in the movie, “I was looking for the gold tooth in God’s twisted smile”–I certainly hope White didn’t borrow that one, uncredited. But I impartial don’t trust that it’s novel.
The posed musical numbers seem more like a Gothic caricature of someone’s overwrought, and ill-researched, belief of the South, since few of them seem to be accurate performances by local musicians. This is not documentary–this is affectation posing as discovery.
Now, on the plus side, parts of the film are an invaluable watch into the spiritual lives of what Southerners call “white trash.” Though I’m the son of a rural Mississippi Baptist minister, I never had a chance to eye any of this up-close in precise life. This movie is, for a Southern Baptist boy, a nice chance to earn to know something about a slim, downhearted slash of the South that ordinary Southern life would never allow him to eye.
When the movie goes into local settings, and observes the lives and activities of the people, there’s worthy that’s worthwhile. Some of it is touching, some scary, some unprejudiced bewildering. None of it has distinguished to do with the Meaning of The South, or other overblown non-sense like that. But it has noteworthy to do with the hardscrabble efforts of some folks to catch through life, well or badly, that most of us (thank God) will never gape up-close and personal. To peer it is very instructive, and very well-known if you can ogle it for itself, not as the filmmakers want you to.
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