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Less Talk, More Docs

Nonfiction flicks continued their attack on the screen in '07.



An acquaintance who fought in Afghanistan and Iraq says he has no use for documentaries about the bungling of the War on Terror. He won't see a single one of the movies made about the Bush administration's rush to drop bombs over Baghdad; he has no use for No End in Sight or Ghosts of Abu Ghraib. "Those movies are for you civilians," he says, grinning. "I'm sure they're all 'good' and 'important,' but everyone knows what went wrong: Everything went wrong." Unless folks actually do something with the information laid out in No End in Sight, in which former administration officials cop to their myriad fuckups, well, he says, it's just another brick in the infotainment wall.

That might be true. But sometimes we civilians just need a brick to the head. And there was no shortage of brick-hurling in 2007, a year of great documentaries about important subjects.

Chief among them was Michael Moore's Sicko. It may not have had the cultural impact of his earlier Bush-bashing, but it galvanized red and blue believers alike on the issue of health care. Folks around the country formed advocacy groups in response to the doc, a sure sign they were as infuriated as they were entertained.

Also released in '07: Darfur Now and The Devil Came on Horseback, both about genocide in Sudan; The Prisoner or: How I Planned to Kill Tony Blair, about one Iraqi's wrongful imprisonment in Abu Ghraib; and For the Bible Tells Me So, about the Good Book's stance on homosexuality.

Jimmy Carter, Pete Seeger, Joe Strummer, and Karl Lagerfeld all got their own portraits. And earlier this year, a couple of guys knocked out of the park a doc about King Corn, that sweet, silent killer that makes everything taste swell as it poisons us to death. You'll never look at a can of Coke the same way again.

Two of the best films of 2007 were docs that played like the stuff of far-out fiction. One, King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters is at this very moment being converted into a plain old feature. It's about two dudes vying for the title of Donkey Kong champion, and its subject matter is so unbelievable, many people who saw the movie thought it was a mockumentary.

The second was Amir Bar-Lev's My Kid Could Paint That, about a four-year-old girl hailed as the second coming of Jackson Pollock — at least until Charlie Rose came to town and began tossing around the theory that, ya know, maybe her daddy's the painter after all. This was perhaps the year's most essential true-life tale, not only because it was a thriller bereft of glib resolutions — and because it serves as an excellent corrective for parents who think their kids are geniuses — but also because it's the sole doc of 2007 that's about making a documentary. Bar-Lev initially thought he was telling a feel-good story about a cute little girl and her rise to stardom; instead, he found himself on the other end of the lens, wondering whether he'd been duped and why he was even bothering in the first place.

By the time the girl's mother accuses him of betrayal, you don't know what to believe. It doesn't get more honest than that.

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