Showing posts with label Jeff Nichols. Show all posts
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Wednesday, July 10, 2024

The Bikeriders


 








































Director Jeff Nichols

Nichols with Mike Faist

Nichols with Jodie Comer and Austin Butler

Nichols with Tom Hardy

Danny Lyons self-portrait
























































THE BIKERIDERS               B                                                                                                      USA  (116 mi)  2023  ‘Scope  d: Jeff Nichols

You can give everything you got to a thing and it’s still just gonna do what it’s gonna do.          —Johnny (Tom Hardy)

The maker of Shotgun Stories (2007), Take Shelter (2011), Mud (2012), Joe (2013), Midnight Special (2016), and Loving (2016) is back after an eight-year hiatus from feature films.  He spent three years working on ALIEN NATION, a big-budget sci-fi remake for Fox, but it fell apart following the Disney acquisition.  Initially picked to write and direct A QUIET PLACE: DAY ONE (2024), part of a blockbuster sci-fi extraterrestrial series, but due to creative differences, as it was never going to be his vision, he unexpectedly left the project to make this film, which couldn’t be more radically different, though in keeping with his unpretentious films about a gradually disappearing America, taking us back to the motorcycle outsider subculture in the 1960’s, which began with gonzo journalist Hunter S. Thompson writing a 5-page article in The Nation magazine entitled The Motorcycle Gangs: Losers and Outsiders, May 17, 1965, which opens in stunning fashion:

Last Labor Day weekend newspapers all over California gave front-page reports of a heinous gang rape in the moonlit sand dunes near the town of Seaside on the Monterey Peninsula.  Two girls, aged 14 and 15, were allegedly taken from their dates by a gang of filthy, frenzied, boozed-up motorcycle hoodlums called “Hell’s Angels,” and dragged off to be “repeatedly assaulted.”

A deputy sheriff, summoned by one of the erstwhile dates, said he “arrived at the beach and saw a huge bonfire surrounded by cyclists of both sexes.  Then the two sobbing, near-hysterical girls staggered out of the darkness, begging for help.  One was completely nude and the other had on only a torn sweater.”

Thompson spent the next year preparing for a new book while living with and embedded into the Hell’s Angels as one of their own, in particular the San Francisco and Oakland chapters with their president Ralph ‘Sonny’ Barger, earning their trust and unique comradery, allowing Thompson to get close to the gang in a way others had not been able, spending his time traveling through California by motorcycle, describing the contrast between the general lawlessness of the club and the exaggerated fear that very lawlessness engenders in society.  Widely lauded for its up-close and uncompromising look at the Hell’s Angels motorcycle club during a time when the gang was highly feared and accused of numerous criminal activities, Thompson described them as “the one percent who don’t fit and don’t care” before he was himself collectively stomped by the Angels and forced out in a violent reaction to his views against spousal abuse, an incident that is included in the book published in 1967 that launched his career as a writer, [PDF] Hell’s Angels, A Strange and Terrible Saga (186 pages).  This begs the question, how do you tame a wild beast?  Thompson’s embellished treatment of gang-rape and its mix of realism and complete absence of restraint, like some kind of exotic cult ritual, has drawn plenty of controversy over the years, where he was accused of condoning rape.  Mirroring this experience was that of photojournalist Danny Lyon, a graduate of the University of Chicago (a classmate of Bernie Sanders) who began his career in the early 1960’s documenting the Civil Rights movement for the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee.  A few years earlier in 1957, Jack Kerouac’s culturally defining book On the Road chronicled a group of disillusioned young outsiders wandering the country and searching for answers, embracing art and poetry over conformity and consumerism.  Like many young men, Lyon, who was 15 when On the Road came out, was inspired by the book, so in the summer of 1962, following a semester at the University of Chicago, he asked friends to drop him off along Route 66, the same road Kerouac traveled, where he could follow his own path, hitchhiking to Cairo, Illinois where he saw future congressman John Lewis speak, photographing what he saw.  In 1963 Lyon returned to Chicago and rode with the Chicago Outlaws Motorcycle Club, taking pictures of and recording interviews with the members of a notorious motorcycle gang, effectively becoming their in-house chronicler, knowing the best way to get good pictures was to get involved.  Thompson even warned Lyon to be wary of the unpredictable behavior of biker outlaws, as they can turn on you in a second, but the legitimate Midwest motorcycle clubs at that time were radically different than the outlaws of Sonny Barger’s Hell’s Angels on the West coast.  After four years with the Outlaws (becoming disenchanted with their newfound interest in criminality), Lyon emerged with what has become one of the defining photobooks of the 1960’s, The Bikeriders, originally published in 1968 in paperback with fewer than 100 pages for just $2.95, an unapologetically romantic but edgy book of photographs, where the text consists of interviews with the subjects, yet the importance of this book, and its many reprints with color photos added, is hard to overstate, representing a significant step in 1960’s American photography, a predecessor to Nan Goldin and Larry Clark, while also providing a portrait of the people in this marginalized subculture that was jarringly honest, which helped sear motorcycle counterculture into the American psyche, and was a direct inspiration not only for this film, but also Dennis Hopper’s Easy Rider (1969).  While that film spoke about a 60’s counterculture, this is more of a counter-world to that counterculture, featuring undereducated, mostly all-white outcasts who don’t really fit anywhere else, yet each of the members supports each other, respects the rules and hierarchy of power, and they become, in a weird way, a family.  Going against the grain, this is not exactly an action movie, instead it’s more of an existential angst exposé of a fringe group’s twisted take on the American Dream.  This is obviously an extremely personal project for Nichols, having an emotional connection to the book, which represents an end of an era, like a nostalgic glimpse into a golden age of motorcycles, once viewed as a sign of American independence, and bikers as modern day cowboys, with guys sticking a middle finger to the conventions of society, but the open road of Monte Hellman’s Two-Lane Blacktop (1971) has simply turned less accessible and more unpredictably violent, where it’s difficult to make sense of all the unhinged shootings of today, as that once accepted moral code has been violated by perverted expressions of hatred and rage.   

American motorcycle clubs were fueled by this outlaw spirit, stretching back to the end of WWII when returning veterans were searching for something resembling the unique male bonding experience along with the dangerous risk-taking of the war, settling upon riding motorcycles together, positioning themselves outside the mainstream, showing a defiance and blatant disregard for the rules of society (no helmets, for instance), given a fatalistic live-fast, die-young fervor.  Is there a better metaphor for freedom in America than the open road?  Nichols has a way with films exploring toxic masculinity, from the tortured half-brothers relationship of his first film Shotgun Stories (2007) to this search for identity through the shared camaraderie in a 1960’s motorcycle club called the Vandals, a rag-tag group of blue collar misfits based out of Elmwood Park, a small suburb just outside of Chicago, who share a free-spirited passion for the open road and getting wasted, as they are simply a group of guys who like to ride their bikes, drink beer, chain-smoke, and have a good time.  In this sea of inarticulate masculinity we strangely find a woman at the center, Kathy (British actress Jodie Comer, based on Kathy Bauer in real life), who narrates her story on a readily available recording device held by Danny (Mike Faist).  Winning a Tony for her one-woman Broadway show, Prima Facie, Comer’s thick Chicago nasal accent sets the stage (completely in sync with the original interview tapes on Lyon’s website Bleak Beauty), reflecting the sounds from the city’s huge immigrant Irish, Polish, Serbian, Croatian, Italian, and Ukrainian communities, accents that completely disappear over time.  Led by their founder Johnny (Tom Hardy), a throwback to Marlon Brando from László Benedek’s THE WILD ONE (1953), actually seen watching the movie, getting his idea to form a motorcycle club right then and there, accompanied by Cockroach (Emory Cohen), whose claim to fame is eating bugs, West coast bike mechanic transplant Cal (Boyd Holbrook), the quirky pair of Corky (Karl Glusman) and Wahoo (Beau Knapp), and the moody, perpetually drunk, Latvian odd man out Zipco (Michael Shannon), whose wicked monologue about being rejected by the Army is hilarious, the epitome of what it means to be “undesirable,” yet his right hand man, with a role that resembles a Godfather consigliere, is Brucie (Damon Herriman), who utters the magic words, “Everyone wants to be part of somethin’.  I mean that’s what it really is.  These guys don’t belong nowhere else, so they belong together, you know.”  But none of them hold any interest to Kathy, who’s unimpressed by their foul language, leather and jean jackets everywhere, smelly undershirts smeared with engine oil, and is about to walk out on one of their weird social gatherings until she spots Benny (Austin Butler, who played Elvis in Baz Luhrmann’s ELVIS), The Bikeriders Movie Clip - Shootin the Breeze (2024) YouTube (2:17), a brooding loner who represents the rebellious pulse of the members, as his aloof “I don’t give a fuck” attitude represents the essence of their unbridled freedom, famous for his fearlessness, displaying a calm outer demeanor with an explosive interior, where he has an irresistible impulse to jump into a fight. Much to her surprise, she starts hanging out with him, beautifully captured by their first ride together, which memorably begins with the two of them hurtling over a bridge alone before the rest of the Vandals surge into view behind them and they are engulfed by the roar of the pack, getting swept up in the moment, suddenly riding in perfect formation, where the sheer thrill of it all is exhilarating.  “I’ve had nothing but trouble since I met Benny.  It can’t be love — it must be stupidity,” she chirps.  “Five weeks later, I married him.”  While fictionalized, told largely through interviews and flashbacks from 1959 to 1973, Jeff Nichols’ film remains true to Lyon’s vision, using the same names from the book, exploring self-imposed outsiderdom and tortured masculinity in much the same way, never losing sight of the more marginal characters, but the questionable moral ethics and criminal behavior of an outlaw gang is subverted by an extremely clever use of humor, where the eruption of extreme violence is exaggerated, shot in freeze-frame or slow motion, creating an absurdly comic situation, where that softer touch offsets what we’ve come to understand about the ultraviolence of these disenfranchised men.  Most of the time they’re sitting around in a bar doing next to nothing, just talking and hanging out, minding their own business, while 60’s jukebox music blares in the background (Here Are All the Songs In ‘The Bikeriders’), where some of the choices are positively inspired.  Although shot in color rather than the black-and-white of Lyon’s photographs, there’s a grainy quality to Adam Stone’s 35mm ‘Scope cinematography that lends itself to the original look, yet adds additional textures.        

Inspired by pop culture mythology, while also bearing some similarity with the underground aesthetic of Kathryn Bigelow’s THE LOVELESS (1981), this is an evocation of a lifestyle, capturing the right look and feel, where it’s all about the atmosphere and period detail, as some of these guys have jobs and families, so it might be surprising to think they’re all just playing roles, because at some point in the late 60’s bikers (and other counterculture wannabe’s) started to become mirror images of themselves, no longer the real thing.  Like a photo montage of how they imagine their lives could be, this film evokes a certain charm and even innocence, as none of them are really bad guys, where speeding or running through red lights is the extent of their criminal behavior, The Bikeriders - Official 'Police Chase Clean' Clip (2024 ... YouTube (46 seconds).  Jumping between moments and characters, often stopping in the middle of the action only to return later, dramatic tension is built with expansion of their membership, as new faces from a new generation are more reckless and violently unpredictable, adding a criminal element with a steady escalation of violence, where they dilute the interest from the heart of the group, growing farther and farther from that center core, becoming, essentially, unmanageable. This places an extra burden on Johnny’s rigid view of authority, as it exudes an individualistic Wild West mentality, where there’s always someone to challenge the fastest gun, and as the undisputed leader, he’s the one they challenge in a battle of “fists or knives.”  In the interest of sustaining the uniqueness of the club, a sadly worn-out and world-weary Johnny turns to Benny, exhorting him to take over after him, as he’s got that silent charisma, the person the other members are trying to be because he has nothing and cares about nothing, emblematic of that ultimate freedom to do whatever the Hell he wants, but he doesn’t want the responsibility, as he’s happy just being a free spirit, an iconic James Dean-style figure who imagines himself a rebel without a cause.  This unraveling around the edges, however, is a sign of what’s to come, as their identity changes.  While Kathy offers a romantic perspective, she’s also concerned when things go haywire, and there’s a few shocking instances of brutality, but mostly this plays out like a road movie, as they’re always moving from place to place, even if it’s just around town, with Norman Reedus showing up as the zonked-out California biker Funny Sonny who decides to stay for a while.  But the connecting link between the past and the present are the interviews with Kathy, who is immensely charming, sharply funny, and keenly perceptive, whose matter-of-fact, no-holds-barred outlook adds a fresh perspective to the wall-to-wall machismo on display.  Some of the new club members are returning veterans coming straight back from Vietnam, bringing with them their drug addictions and propensity for senseless violence, giving way to more serious crimes.  Kathy finds herself in the middle of a room surrounded by leering male eyes with intentions of gang-raping her, where the trap she finds herself in is overwhelmingly real, making her quickly understand just how dangerous these guys can be without the proper supervision, offering a palpable sense of fear.  It’s a curious choice to tell a story about masculinity gone wild through the eyes of an outspoken woman who holds nothing back.  Documentary photographs from the book are shown at the end of the film, where it’s clear that what was so successful about the book is capturing the unvarnished essence of who the people are, as that still haunts the filmmaker, who works meticulously to authentically recreate that bygone era, now sharing that experience with a new audience, hoping they can step back in time and absorb this undiscovered world, never glorifying or romanticizing the bikers, instead revealing the loss of an oldschool lifestyle valuing freedom on the road above anything else, where the sardonic irony is the biker club sets up meetings, membership dues, and rules to follow for a bunch of guys who make it their business to ignore all the rules.  The 45 motorcycles in the film are 50 or 60 years old, sourced from the classic collection of stunt coordinator Jeff Milburn and his friends, representing vintage authenticity, which is also true of the rest of the film (while omitting the Swastikas, Iron Crosses, and blatant racial resentment), with most of the dialogue coming directly from the book.  Kathy’s relationship with Benny fuels an irreverent attitude that’s peppered throughout the film, musing on their marriage and the strain that his ties to the Vandals has placed on it, thinking it was only a matter of time before he ended up killing himself on his bike.  Kathy does most of the talking while Lyon listens, patiently recording her words over the course of nearly a decade.  Benny, meanwhile, remains an elusive figure.  While Kathy describes him at length, he barely utters a word and was never interviewed by Lyon.

I’ve had nothin’ but trouble since I married Benny.  I’ve seen more jails, been to more courts and met more lawyers, and it’s only a year.  That’s a short time for so much to happen. 

Benny thinks that when you die, you’re better off than when you’re living.  You know, like when his dad died, he said, “It’s just as well, he’s better off that way.”  When his friends got killed, well, they’re better off that way.  No feelings.

I thought I could change him, you know?  Every woman thinks that she can change a guy.  Not to her own ways, but to be different.  Not to be different, but to be, I don’t know.  Like he’s wild. I used to think he’d get over that.  But he don’t. 

Sunday, December 18, 2016

Loving























LOVING           B                 
USA  Great Britain  (122 mi)  2016  ‘Scope  d:  Jeff Nichols

An understated, restrained, and achingly sorrowful depiction of the real-life story of Richard and Mildred Loving, an interracial couple that got married in Washington D.C. in 1958 only to be arrested after they returned home to Central Point, Virginia for violating the laws of the Commonwealth of Virginia that had outlawed interracial marriage since slavery days.  Actually, the first law banning all marriage between whites and blacks was enacted in the colony of Virginia in 1691.  Though slavery was abolished in 1865, interracial marriage remained illegal in all the former states of the Confederacy 100 years later and was not amended until a Supreme Court decision on behalf of the Loving’s in 1967, though two states, South Carolina and Alabama refused to amend their state Constitutions until majority voter referendums passed in 1998 and 2000 respectively.  Much like 2015 Top Ten List #6 Carol from last year, this film underplays a significant shift in social consciousness by eliminating any hint of dramatic excess or melodrama, instead accentuating how connected they are to the rural soil and to one another, where whatever drama exists is the ordinary fabric of their everyday lives.   Unlike the director’s previous work Midnight Special (2016) that featured the supernatural, this film thrives on a universal human characteristic that we all share in common, the capacity to love.   Easily the least controversial and most conventional of all his films, the low key nature of the drama is surprising, especially considering the radical significance of the subject, where unfortunately films about social change have to be presented with kid gloves so as not to offend anyone.  That excessive degree of restraint may be the film’s undoing.  By focusing on establishing a rhythm of life that becomes ordinary and routine, where this couple could just as easily have been anyone, yet their nobility and inherent goodness rise above the prejudices of the time, while so much about them feels overly generic.   

To say the least, it is highly unusual for a white man in the 1950’s to so completely embrace black culture with so few questions being asked.  Yes, it does happen in the music business, especially with a lone white among jazz artists who are primarily black, and who’s to say it doesn’t happen elsewhere?  Except for a single scene, where Richard is confronted by an inebriated black friend that reminds him whites always have an escape route from being black, an avenue blacks will never have, there is otherwise no discussion on the matter.  It’s hard to believe there wouldn’t have been plenty more altercations among both races where they would be forced to defend their actions, where some among them would be disenchanted.  Richard’s mother at one point says he never should have married “that” woman, but that’s the end of it.  The film doesn’t delve into any of those kinds of all-too human frustrations, so it feels like the couple exists in a vacuum.  As it turns out, when one examines the history of mixed-race descendants from Virginia (Loving v. Virginia and the Secret History of Race - The New York Times  Brent Staples, May 14, 2008), it was common practice for Virginia slave owners, including Thomas Jefferson, to father biracial children with their slaves, where “many of the mixed-race men and women of Caroline County settled in and around Central Point…it was a visibly mixed-race community since the 19th century, (and) was home to a secret but paradoxically open interracialism.” Leading up to the 1950’s, often indistinguishable from whites, many biracials passed as whites in schools, movie theaters, restaurants, and even the armed forces in order to avoid segregation laws.  Some moved away and married into white families, while others had their birth certificates corrected to list them as white.  So what the film doesn’t point out is by the time Richard Loving, who was white, met Mildred Jeter, who was black and Cherokee, at a rural farmhouse juke joint playing bluegrass music, violating Jim Crow laws in that county was already an established practice.     

That being said, the film does contain the meticulous detail found in the director’s other films, including powerful performances by the lead characters Richard (Joel Edgerton) and Mildred (Ruth Negga), where these two are right at home in the rural farmlands and fields where they grew up, where neither one talks much, expressing themselves with as few words as possible, yet both are direct and sincere, where their feelings for one another are never in doubt.  Richard is a bricklayer by trade, but a genius at fixing car engines, where his weekend hobby is hanging out with a group of blacks who fleece whites out of their money in local drag races.  Some of the underlying white resentment is hinted at, both in losing their money and in watching a white guy so nonchalantly kissing a black woman in public, where someone holding a grudge against the couple likely complained to the sheriff, but nothing more becomes of it.  The couple is quickly married after learning Mildred is pregnant, with Richard buying a plot of land not half-a-mile from where Mildred grew up where he intends to build her a house, but they are arrested by a local sheriff (Marton Csokas) and his men in the middle of the night for violating anti-miscegenation laws that forbid blacks and whites from living together in marriage.  Accentuating the racial disparity of the law, Richard is released after a single night, while history records show Mildred spent five nights in a rat-infested cell before they allowed her release.  On the advice of local attorney (Bill Camp), they can avoid jail time only by pleading guilty, but they will be banned from living in the state of Virginia for the next 25 years.  With heads bowed, they agree to the court’s draconian rules, moving to Washington, D.C. into the home of one of Mildred’s cousins, Laura (Andrene Ward-Hammond), a row house in an all-black part of the city, where both are keenly aware that they’re living in substandard housing in a neglected neighborhood.  As the Civil Rights movement is growing, including the infamous 1963 march on Washington, the site of Rev. Martin Luther King’s “I Had a Dream” speech, it’s Laura who tells Mildred, “You need to write Bobby Kennedy and get you some civil rights.”

Uncomfortable in the city, where she misses her family, especially how close she is with her sister (Terri Abney), eventually having three kids, Mildred feels they’re cramped and cooped up all the time, as they have no room to run around and play, so she does write a letter to Attorney General Robert Kennedy, who refers the case to the Washington branch of the ACLU, where she’s contacted by Bernard Cohen (Nick Kroll) and constitutional law expert Phil Hirschkop (Jon Bass), who agree to represent them free of charge.  What’s difficult for them to understand is how they have to lose all the lower court rulings in order for the case to be heard before the Supreme Court, a process that takes nearly a decade, where they grow weary and disheartened along the way, where Richard often has to drive up to another state to find work, often returning home long after the kids have gone to bed.  Richard is openly suspicious of the lawyers, not really understanding the process, while Mildred develops an appreciation for the fact that you have to lose the smaller battles in order to win the war.  As the case draws nearer the federal courts, the lawyers try to gain exposure for the case by sending a Life magazine photographer to visit them in 1965, with Michael Shannon playing the photographer Grey Villet, known for using natural light and for refusing to stage his subjects, and while only three photographs were published in the magazine, he took more than 70 photographs.  Much of the film’s narrative mirrors those historic photographs which were shown in Nancy Buirski’s documentary film THE LOVING STORY (2011).  Photography played a large part of the Civil Rights struggle, communicating a sense of urgency to people all around the world, much of it displaying a hostile reception by police and local bystanders greeting the peaceful protest demonstrations, depicting violence and hate, while the images of the Loving family show precisely the opposite.  As low key and unobtrusive as this soft-spoken family chose to be, it’s hard to understand how the State of Virginia could actually claim they threatened “the peace and dignity of the Commonwealth.”  Never seeing themselves as champions of civil rights, instead coming from humble origins, they don’t even attend the Supreme Court hearing when invited, where the muted style of the film does allow viewers to share moments of intimacy with this family, as if we are part of their world, allowing us to observe history as it happens.