[Tribeca] Bodyslam: Revenge of the Banana! Shows Why Some Wrestling Gimmicks Succeed and Others Fail
In the documentary Bodyslam: Revenge of the Banana, directors Ryan Harvie and John Paul Horstmann follow the bizarre story of Seattle Semi-Pro (SSP), an independent wrestling promotion whose existence is put in danger by an outsider who becomes part of their roster.
SSP is different from other indie wrestling promotions. There's no ring, for one, just a stage and some mats. Gone is the illusion of athletic competition. SSP is also a comedy wrestling promotion, but it's not a witty meta-wrestling cartoon like Chikara Pro. In Chikara, wrestlers will lob invisible hand grenades at one another, or sometimes wrestlers (and the crowd and the commentary team) will spontaneously perform in slow motion. At SSP, one of the headliners is a drunken clown named Ronald McFondle, and another is a guy in a banana costume who dances to The Buckwheat Boyz's "Peanut Butter Jelly Time," recreating a 13-year-old internet meme.
Even though SSP is not my taste in terms of wrestling, it's an irreverent family and there's nothing wrong people coming together and building that sort of kinship.
A lot of drama in Bodyslam: Revenge of the Banana hinges on the clash of personalities both inside and outside the ring (or, in this case, on and off the stage at a dive bar). What the film illustrates in an oblique way is why some wrestling characters succeed and fail, and what makes a good hero (babyface) and a good villain (heel).
[Tribeca Review] Democrats
Knowing that dictator Robert Mugabe is still the leader of Zimbabwe doesn't detract from the drama of Camilla Nielsson's documentary Democrats. The film covers the drafting of the country's new constitution, and while recent history is technically a spoiler, the intrigue comes from watching the struggle of ideologies embodied by two opposing individuals. Our primary subjects are Paul Mangwana, who represents Mugabe's ruling ZANU-PF party, and Douglas Mwonzora, who represents the reform-minded opposition MDC-T.
Democrats is about the political process and its headaches, and about a struggle taking place over the course of three years. Nielsson has remarkable access to her two primary subjects and captures many of the impasses and compromises over this stretch of time. She also chronicles various calculated (and corrupt) maneuvers made by ZANU-PF to suppress the opposition. Mangwana smiles as he discusses some of these power plays on camera. He senses, he knows, that the power of the people is often nothing when compared to the power of the state.
Democrats
Director: Camilla Nielsson
Rating: N/A
Release Date: TBD
Early in the film, we see the influence of Mugabe's cult of personality as well as his strong-arm tactics. The arms of the Mugabe government beat voters, they suppress voices, they intimidate opposition. Open constitutional meetings are held with average citizens voicing their political wishes. Those loyal to ZANU-PF pledge fealty to Mugabe and the status quo. Opposing voices feel pressured to remain quiet under threat of violence and imprisonment. ZANU-PF uses other methods of misdirection to squelch dissenting voices, and they don't try that hard to conceal them.
All the while, Mangwana laughs.
His party controls many of the instruments of accountability. No one else can hold them accountable without being threatened. This includes members of the press. Given all this, Mangwana's confident transparency is both refreshing as well as disheartening.
As the face of the political opposition, Mwonzora is high-minded and carries himself with grace and patience. All of these qualities are necessary given the power imbalance MDC-T faces. Like the best political idealists, he's driven by optimism and the belief that concerned people can make a difference. It just takes a lot of effort and time, and that's the problem. Who has the privilege of either given the state of the country? An underlying tension throughout Democrats is how much frustration and setback Mwonzora can take. It's hard not to see the cracks in the brave facade, and it's harder still to not admire this sort of resolve.
Even though stretches of Democrats are built around meetings and party discussions, Nielsson does an admirable job of making the various political maneuvers understandable and engaging. This is thanks in large part to the personalities of Mwonzora and Mangwana, who make excellent foils for one another. We're watching a series of moves made for the political long-game and short-game in Zimbabwe, and it'll be interesting to see what change, if any, eventually comes about.
At one point of Democrats, Mangwana laughs and smiles at the camera as he talks-up the power of the Mugabe government. They have the police, they have the courts, they have so many systems in place against dissenters. Mangwana asks what power words and a legal understanding can make given this disparity. We learn in Democrats what difference they make to the process, but outside the film, we'll have to wait for a definitive answer.
[Tribeca Review] A Courtship
Dating can be awful, but there are worse alternatives. Take the act of Christian Courtship, which is the subject of Amy Kohn's documentary A Courtship. To practice Christian courtship is to save yourself completely for marriage, including your first kiss. The playful snogging in the school yard is done in the devil's territory.
Christian Courtship gets even worse and more bizarre, ultimately forcing women into passivity as they wait for a knight in shining armor to rescue them from the supposed plight of single life. (It's fitting that official Courtship material about the sanctity of a first kiss is sold in form of a picture book/fairy tale.) The women who practice Courtship claim that they are submitting to God's will, but they're really submitting to an antiquated Biblical patriarchy that justifies their treatment as chattel.
See—way worse than dating.
A Courtship
Director: Amy Kohn
Rating: N/A
Release Date: April 18, 2015 (Tribeca)
Kohn's primary focus is a woman named Kelly. She lives with the Wright family, a Courtship-loving family in the Grand Rapids, Michigan area. Ron Wright, the head of the household and Kelly's father-figure, screens all suitors before Kelly even meets them. It's a cross between speed-date and job interview. Ron goes on more dates with these men than Kelly does because Kelly usually isn't allowed to meet the suitor unless the man meets Ron's approval first.
Kelly is 33 years old.
The following becomes apparent while watching A Courtship: Kelly has the same level of maturity about love and relationships as the two Wright daughters, one pre-pubertal and the other adolescent. Unlike the Wright daughters, however, Kelly doesn't have her first kiss to give, which is a deal breaker for some men in the Courtship community.
Again, Kelly is 33 years old.
When it comes to documentaries like A Courtship, there's a question of tone to consider. Are we supposed to mock the subjects or be sympathetic and empathetic to them? Kohn manages a bit of both. It's hard for me not to disparage Courtship as a practice since it's so backwards, so anti-feminist, so anti-modernity. Courtship robs women of agency and, as a theological disagreement in the film shows, devalues their personal beliefs and personhood.
It's also hard for me not to be critical of Ron and Dawn Wright, who push Courtship on their household. Yet by allowing Ron and Dawn to discuss their own marriage with candor, Kohn's discovers the justification for believing in Courtship. Even I'll admit that Courtship for the Wrights comes from a place of genuine (and suffocating) parental concern. On the other side, it's difficult to not feel bad for Kelly, who seems so wrapped up in the idea of marriage as something that will complete her existence, so afraid of being a disappointment to someone (though mostly a disappointment to herself) that she's opted for passivity. For her, it's better that passivity than the vulnerability that's necessary to love someone.
Kohn follows Kelly to visit her mother's house, where we learn a little bit more about Kelly's upbringing and her parents' relationship. There's a home movie of Kelly, just a little girl, sitting on a ball and bouncing up and down with joy, carefree. When Kelly tells her mom about Courtship, her mother offers one of the documentary's few dissenting opinions about the practice. During this discussion, Kelly sits on a yoga ball in a way that's a little too much like the home movie of her as a child. I'm hesitant to psychoanalyze, but the scene sadly makes sense.
[Tribeca Review] (T)ERROR
In Lyric R. Cabral and David Felix Sutcliffe's documentary (T)ERROR, good counterterrorism intelligence seems to be a secondary worry for Shariff. He's 63 years old, he's an ex-con, he's been an FBI informant for decades, and, most importantly, he has bills to pay. That's always in the back of his mind—he does this because he needs the work, and he'll do whatever he has to in order to keep getting work. The gigs involve glad-handing his way into Muslim communities, getting to know a person of interest, and trying to get that POI to incriminate himself so the FBI can do the rest.
Nevermind the actual motives of the POI, in this case a Muslim convert named Khalifah Al-Akili. It's all about the arrest. This is an operation of entrapment, pure and simple, but the FBI gets what the FBI wants. Shariff has no choice but to comply. When the film is fully in motion, (T)ERROR reveals the malleability of personal desperation and how government abuses are permissible under the shield of counterterrorism.
(T)ERROR
Directors: Lyric R. Cabral and David Felix Sutcliffe
Rating: N/A
Release Date: 4/16/2015 (Tribeca)
It's not just desperation that drives Shariff. (T)ERROR looks back on the arrest and incarceration of Tarik Shah, a jazz musician that Shariff helped convict. When we learn more about Shah and what he said and the way that Shariff coaxed it out of him, we sense a fundamental sense of desperation driving Shah's words. Even hypothetical allegiance to Al Qaeda is allegiance enough for arrest. The system isn't just corrupt, it's also absurd and is committed to keeping the poor and the marginalized down. Shariff used to be a black militant before the FBI gave him a chance to become an informant, and the cycle continues: marginalized groups used to incriminate and incarcerate other marginalized people.
In some ways, Shariff's job is like high-pressure sales—he entices the desperate on the behalf of the FBI, trying to close the deal and get them to say something, anything, incriminating. If Shariff closes, there's a chance he'll get called on again by the FBI to close another deal and get paid. The camera hangs on Shariff, going in and out of focus in a stylized way, catching him around corners of a room like he's the subject of some sort of surveillance. After a while, his quiet frustration reveals years of guilt. Maybe the camera is his conscience watching, judging. Shariff seems to know what he's doing is awful, but sometimes, like Shah knew, a person has to do whatever it takes to pay the bills. Works for the man, gets paid by the man, but then has to pay the man back. And that cycle continues too.
There's a small stretch of (T)ERROR that feels like it treads water, and while the material as a whole is engaging and important to explore, there's a lack of forward movement near the middle. The Tribeca Film Festival cut of (T)ERROR clocked in at 84 minutes, which is about 10 minutes leaner than the original world premiere cut that played at Sundance. It'd be interesting to see if Cabral and Sutcliffe continue to carve just a few minutes from the front end of the movie as it plays more festivals or nears distribution of some kind.
That lag I mentioned doesn't last too long, however, thanks to an unexpected shift in Cabral and Sutcliffe's focus. They remain strong documentarians when the shift comes, but they become better documentary journalists. Not only do we understand Shariff, but Shah and Al-Akili too. It makes all the desperation more painful. (T)ERROR humanizes everyone involved in this deal. Except for the FBI, of course. They refused to be interviewed, possibly because they'd incriminate themselves further.
Avengers: Age of Ultron Is a Cinematic Event Comic That Introduces Generic New Characters
Avengers: Age of Ultron grossed $187.7 million dollars on opening weekend, the second-highest domestic box office debut of all time. (The first Avengers holds the #1 spot, with an opening weekend of $207.4 million.) Age of Ultron also scored $439 million overseas, a number sure to climb when the film finally opens in China and Japan.
Even though the new Avengers film is going to remain on top for a while, I think Xander Markham's Age of Ultron review here on Ruby Hornet sums up my feelings: "Even the most successful philosophy will struggle when weighed down by repetitive storytelling." The film plays like a bigger rehash of the first Avengers, though the CG action has a weightless sense of spectacle to it. The film's quieter moments allow the characters to play off each other, giving the movie some personality.
Too bad the four new characters introduced in Avengers: Age of Ultron are so generic. Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, Vision, and even Ultron feel like bland superheroes and villains. They have no discernible personalities, but are just vessels for superpowers and the dictates of the plot, which sort of makes sense since the Avengers movies seem to serve as the event comics of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
(Spoilers ahead.)
WWE Extreme Rules 2015: Results and Match Reviews
Extreme Rules 2015 was held last night, which means we've begun the WWE's anemic slog between WrestleMania 31 and SummerSlam 2015. And boy did it feel that way. This was less like an extreme pay-per-view and more like a decent episode of Monday Night Raw.
Key players were hurt or absent last night, most notably Daniel Bryan, who wasn't cleared to wrestle and may be out for a few more weeks. The limited roster depth and a card full of repeat bouts from WrestleMania 31 didn't help matters either.
On top of that, this PPV was hobbled by a lack of decent stories/builds. WWE creative has fumbled so many bits that were over with the crowd (so much for interest in Miz and Mizdow, and whatever happened to Goldust and Stardust?). At Extreme Rules, we watched a bunch of people wrestling because wrestling. And we'll probably see some rematches from Extreme Rules at Payback in May. Because wrestling.
Let's go match by match and look at the handful of highs and buckets of lows at Extreme Rules 2015.
[Tribeca Review] Live From New York!
It's not easy to render 40 years of history into a feature-length documentary. To do that, it's often important to provide an underlying path through history, one that can guide the viewer and the material in a purposeful way. With a path established, it's possible to diverge and return so that even the tangents along this path don't seem quite so tangential.
Bao Nguyen attempts to bring four decades of Saturday Night Live to life with Live from New York!, but the results are unfocused, sort of like the last half hour of sketches in most SNL episodes. A cohesive narrative throughline never emerges, so the history of the show is a shapeless mass of talking heads and best-of clips. We don't really arrive anywhere at the end because the film doesn't know where it's going.
Live From New York!
Director: Bao Nguyen
Rating: N/A
Release Date: April 15, 2015 (Tribeca)
This isn't like Saturday Night by Doug Hill and Jeff Weingrad, or Tom Shales' oral history Live From New York. The documentary is more like a DVD extra for the interminable Saturday Night Live 40th Anniversary Special. Whenever an interesting topic is raised that might guide the film—SNL's diversity problems, the show's place in the lineage of sketch comedy and late-night programming—it's summarily dropped to move on to something else. The film even buttresses its moments of critical self-reflection with a sense of intrinsic self-importance, that the institution of Saturday Night Live turning 40 is sufficient to warrant a film to celebrate the occasion.
Interviewees claim that everyone tunes in to Saturday Night Live to see what they'll say about a given cultural moment. I'm not sure SNL is the nation's most esteemed pulse-taker anymore. The Daily Show probably inherited that mantle in the last decade, and ditto its progeny, The Colbert Report and Last Week Tonight with John Oliver. These shows and their creative teams have become the nation's conscience as well as its reflecting pool and funhouse mirror. Stewart's voice appears in the intro to Live from New York!, yet he never appears on camera to discuss the new keepers of the late night flame. Colbert had auditioned for SNL at one time, but he's not present in the documentary either.
There's a slew of other gaps that the SNL documentary doesn't delve into. For instance, there's no mention of SNL's live improv roots via Second City, the Groundlings, the Upright Citizens Brigade, etc. Sinead O'Connor rips up a picture of Pope John Paul II, but where's Elvis Costello's "Radio, Radio" transgression that got him banned for 12 years, or the mayhem that caused $20,000 of damage when Fear was the musical guest? There's also a hodgepodge of interviewees, which probably came down to a question of availability. There's no Bill Murray interview or even Dan Akroyd, but Bill O'Reilly is in there for some reason.
I wonder if SNL in its current state remains on the air simply because it's been on television so long. It's a question a lot of others have probably wondered, and it would be fascinating to consider if longevity is its own kind of life support.
Just don't expect to find answers to that in Live from New York!
[Tribeca] GORED's Reckless Bravery Offers Lessons for Creatives
Ido Mizhary's GORED provokes an innate morbidity. We're told that Antonio Barrera is not the most graceful of bullfighters. He's been gored a staggering 23 times. The documentary is framed by Barrera's final bullfight before retirement. Given all the cliches about death during a last job, it's unclear if he'll make it out unscathed.
We're also told that bullfighting at its best is like a dance. (If you can get past the animal cruelty and view this practice anthropologically, it makes sense on a metaphorical level.) Archival footage of famous Spanish matadors show off the grace that crowds expect. Slow movements, pure anticipation, no perspiration, and the illusion that the bull is a willing accomplice in its own demise. The struggle between man and nature is presented as a hypermasculine tango.
If you don't have grace as a bullfighter, you can at least be recklessly brave, which is what makes Barrera popular in Mexico. (Is this the bullfighter's version of being big in Japan?) There are lessons in Barrera's approach that go beyond bullfighting, and it applies to various artistic endeavors. Maybe there's a certain method that joins physical exertion and creative endeavors, or a common disposition that athletes and creatives sometimes share. Or maybe it's just the way that people define themselves and their philosophy of life by the work they do and the things they create, and the exterior form is a way of understanding the interior life.