Documentary Double Feature
I still have no friends and I still have not been able to start my screenplay, so this weekend I sat down to watch 2 documentaries produced through HBO, Spike Lee's When the Levess Broke and Gang Wars: Bangin' in Little Rock. I don't typically watch documentaries unless the subject matter particularly interests me or they come highly recommended, but the Lee one I have been wanting to see since I heard about it, and Bangin' is actually a childhood favorite of mine that I recently discovered is available on DVD.
The full title of Spike Lee's film is When the Levees Broke: A Requiem in Four Acts. What a fitting title to a movie filled with sadness, heartache, anger, and an overall lament over the death of New Orleans. Having seen so much about Hurricane Katrina and the aftermath in the news, I wasn't quite sure that the film would be compelling enough to hold my attention for the just over 4 hour runtime, but it was. Lee Puts together a nicely crafted, never boring documentary focusing on the human tragedy, the government's unpreparedness, and how various government agencies seemed to ignore not only a great deal of the victims of the hurricane and ensuing flood but also the unbelievable amount of debris left behind.
Terence Blanchard's score from Inside Man perfectly fit with all of the footage of people wading neck-deep through flood water, corpses bloated to 4 times their normal size, and ruins of peoples homes. The editing team did an amazing job, often cutting together victims stories with the officials responsible for these peoples struggles.
The way the entire ordeal played out was insane. The fact that New Orleans suffered a hurricane of a similar magnitude in 1965 and the levees were never brought up to be able to withstand the force of Katrina after Federal, State and Local governments had 40 years to make improvements. I really don't think you can blame a lot of the chaos and looting and shit like that on the nature of the people because it seemed as though they were simply going crazy from being abandoned. They had to do what they had to do. We all know it took like 5 or 6 days before people began to be evacuated from the Superdome and the Convention Center, and it wasn't until this time as well that a full scale search and rescue operation was launched. For chrissake, fucking Sean Penn was out there in a motorboat saving people before Federal aid was sent.
Among much of the other shit the film focuses on is the lack of support from FEMA, the inability(or unwillingness) of the Army Corps of Engineers to repair the levees in time for the following years hurricane seasons, seemingly heartless insurance agencies, etc. etc. etc. It all made me at once ashamed to be an American, but also afraid that if I should face hardship that is even a fraction of what happened in the Gulf Coast that I too might be offered little to no help by my government. I know it sounds dramatic and maybe cliched but I don't care that's what movies such as this bring out in me.
The second half of my double feature could perhaps be considered lighter fare. Originally aired in 1994 as apart of HBO's series America Undercover, Bangin in Little Rock examines the proliferation of gangs and gang related homicides during the early 90s in the hometown of our former president. Marc Levin, a rather experienced social documentarian directed this movie and most recently and perhaps most famously directed the 9/11 documentary, Protocols of Zion.
I watched this movie probably 4 or 5 times when it aired on HBO in the early 90s. It went hand in hand with the rise of gangsta rap and my brother and I loved it. As I watched it this time around I found it rather disgusting just thinking about the amazing stupidity of gangs and gang members. There is still apart of me though that finds gangs, like drugs, extremely glamorous. Sometimes I think if I were a girl, that I would be the good catholic girl who screws the baddest guy in school and gets knocked up at 16 and everyone wonders how it all happened because my parents are such upstanding citizens. At any rate, the film not only serves to remind you how pointless gangs are, but it struck at such an early time during the gangsta era that it also educates the viewer as to all the lingo, inserting inter-titles with words like "gat", "OG", "Down for mine" with their definitions. Perhaps not as relevant as it once was but entertaining nonetheless.
I wish I could recommend a documentary that involved some sort of heartwarming or non-depressing subject matter, but as of this second I can't. In the meantime, if you're up for it and you have 4 hours or so, check out Spike Lee's When the Levees Broke.
