Showing posts with label documentary filmmaking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label documentary filmmaking. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

After viewing the entirety of LEAVING NEVERLAND

Here's the brief review I posted on the Letterboxd.com site:
Dan Reed’s meticulous—If overlong and stuffed with too many drone-shot location scene transitions—forum given to Wade Robson, James Safechuck and assorted family members to describe the vast distance between Michael Jackson the beloved all-around entertainer and Michael Jackson the sexual abuser/psychological destroyer of young children.  The horrors of Part One are echoed in Part Two by the Michael-requested perjuries (following other boys coming forward with their anecdotes of damage)  plus Robson and Safechuck’s efforts to cope with the psychological fallout from being repeatedly used/discarded by the self-coronated King of Pop.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

THE JINX backlash begins.

There’s a lot of hearsay and misunderstanding about the way movies/TV shows get put together in the ongoing speculation about what happened behind the scenes with The Jinx, but it’s hard not to conclude that the filmmakers withheld evidence (the letter, the bathroom confession) in order to transform their otherwise boring TV show into a case-breaking cultural phenomenon.
This matters because the question of where journalism ends and moviemaking begins is absolutely essential. In a post-Jinx world, are audiences going to be unduly suspicious every time a filmmaker stages a scene or uses ethical uncertainty to make a film work better as a piece of cinema? What does even the faintest possibility that Jarecki, Smerling and their team could have helped police get a potential killer off the streets sooner – a truly contemptible charge – do to our collective viewing of a documentary like Lyric R. Cabral and David Felix Sutcliffe’s Sundance-winning (T)ERROR, which is a movie that foregrounds ethical ambiguity but is built on sound journalistic practice? (Oh and by the way, if it really took Jarecki and team months or years to find that bathroom confession, as they’ve claimed, then they’re truly the sloppiest filmmakers alive.)
The passage above is from Robert Greene's article The Jinx: not my documentary renaissance for SIGHT & SOUND: http://www.bfi.org.uk/news-opinion/sight-sound-magazine/reviews-recommendations/tv/jinx-not-my-documentary-renaissance