Showing posts with label Maclain Way. Show all posts
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Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Movie Review: Wild Wild Country

Wild Wild Country **** / *****
Directed by: Maclain Way & Chapman Way.
 
The recent glut of documentary series that span multiple episodes and many hours telling a single story has mostly been a blessing – giving filmmakers a chance to more fully explore complex subjects that a two or even three hour runtime couldn’t adequately handle. At their best – like Ezra Edelman’s astounding O.J. Made in America, the result can be a masterpiece – one of the best documentaries ever made. There can be downsides of course (something like The Keepers doesn’t earn its runtime), but for the most part, I am glad of this recent development. The best new doc series in this vein has to be Maclain and Chapman Way’s Wild Wild Country – which as the title implies really is a wild ride, telling the complex and extremely entertaining story of what happened when an Indian Guru – known as Bhagwan and his followers – known as the Rajneeshees – bought an expansive plot of land in remote Oregon, and built a massive community there.
 
The film has a traditional documentary feel – with a host of archival footage and news reports from the time (the early to mid-1980s), and modern interviews with many of the participants. From the Rajneeshees point of view, this new area was paradise. It was a large, rocky plot of land that no one was using – they exerted great effort and spent a lot of resources turning it in a community full of homes, restaurants, a massive hall used for worship and everything else you could imagine. The Bhagwan was extremely wealthy – he owned many Rolls Royce’s for example. Most of the money likely came from his followers – mostly white Americans or Europeans, some with a lot of money. They all came willingly, and they all wore red. This was either a glorious new religious movement or a cult depending on the way you looked at it.
 
Problems arise though when the Rajneeshees start angering the locals in the nearest town – Antelope, which doesn’t even have 100 people, and most of them are older, retirees. They, and other, Oregonians, don’t like the way the Rajneeshees are using the land – and want to force them out. The Rajneeshees respond by getting involved in local politics. What follows is absolutely crazy – and will eventually include mass poisoning, arson, assassination plots and massive American government bureaucracy exerting its will on the Rajneeshees.
 
Throughout it all, the Way brothers never really express their opinion on things – never really lead the audience in what to think. Certainly, you can understand the point-of-view of the Oregonians, who thought they were living in a small, sleepy town – only to be invaded by a loud, red clad horde, who believed in (and practiced) free love, and eventually essentially took over their town – buying everything they could, including the local diner (who local recalls how they went from frying bacon on the grill to bananas – and never went back). But it’s hard to argue with the Rajneeshees either that a lot of it was motivated by bigotry, and they were just trying to practice their religion – which they have every right to do. The most fascinating character in the whole series is undeniably Ma Anand Sheela, the Bhagwan’s personal secretary, who pretty much ran the commune for years, as the Bhagwan remained silent. She reveled in all the media attention she received – and she kept on receiving it because she gave fiery, often profane interviews. She is a lot calmed in the modern interviews with her now, but you still feel that same passion from her. She is also the catalyst for much of what happens. One wonders what would have happened without her – would the Rajneeshees been run out sooner, or would eventually they have been allowed to go about their lives?
 
The film runs in six parts, each lasting just over an hour – and it really does earn that runtime (in fact, you could argue it could just a little bit longer – it does feel like some of what happens is rushed). The Way brothers know what they’re doing here – the pacing never flags, which is accomplishment when dealing with some stuffy government bureaucrats explaining in detail what they were doing, and each part ends with perhaps a little too explosive of a cliffhanger to make sure you’ll keep watching – and it works (I may well have watched all six in a row had I not started part one at 11pm one night). Most retellings of this story, understandably, concentrate on some of the more explosive details – the mass salmonella poisoning for example – but by taking so much time, Wild Wild Country puts everything in context, and tells an wildly entertaining, strange story – and really is one of the best docs you will see this year.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Movie Review: The Battered Bastards of Baseball

The Battered Bastards of Baseball
Directed by: Chapman Way & Maclain Way.

Professional sports are an interesting business. For millions of fans, watching them is about the love of the game, but for the teams, leagues and many of the players, it is about the money. There is a lot of money to be made, and someone is going to make it. The Leagues operate with impunity – they can pretty much do whatever the hell they want, and no one can do anything about. The documentary The Battered Bastards of Baseball is about one of the last times in America where someone was able to operate outside their jurisdiction, and make money doing it. So, of course, sooner or later it all had to come to an end. According to everyone involved though, it was a hell of a good time while it lasted.

In 1973, Bing Russell (father of Kurt) had just ended a very long run as Deputy Clem on Bonanza. He had been a working actor for years – doing any role in any TV show or movie that was required of him. But he had been working for years, and was bored. His first passion – before acting – was baseball. He had even had a short career as a minor league player. When the Portland Beavers – a Triple-A farm club decides to leave time, Russell sees an opportunity for himself. He decides to start a Single-A team – called the Mavericks – and move into Portland. Unlike every other team in minor league baseball, his team wasn’t affiliated with a major league club. There used to be a lot of Independent clubs, but the majors slowly put them out of business. Russell wanted to bring it back. The first step was to get some players – so he holds open tryouts. He assembles a real life, ragtag group so popular in movies, but in real life. Surprisingly, they’re pretty damn good. Through five seasons, the Mavericks plays some great baseball, come close to winning a pennant – but never do – and will do pretty much anything to entertain the crowd – who show up in droves. They have the highest attendance in the league by a mile. In Portland, Russell was a hero. In traditional baseball circles, he was hated.

The documentary is a lightweight, feel-good documentary that reminded me of something you would see as part of something like ESPN’s 30 for 30 series. I don’t that as an insult – that series has had some excellent documentaries in it – but it explains why after its Sundance premiere, Netflix acquired the documentary and have made it available to all of their subscribers as of last week. It plays well on a TV screen.
 
The movie isn’t great, but it’s a lot of fun – which I think probably describes the team it documents, so it’s appropriate. Every year it seems we see any number of too good to be true sports stories – and here is another one. If you like these, than The Battered Bastards of Baseball will satisfy.