American Movie
directed by Chris Smith
with Mark Borchadt and Mike Schank.
playing at the Ritz East exclusively
*  *  *    (three stars)

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THE JIST of MY PROSE
Though selling it's own maker short, 'American Movie' is a loving celebration of the Independent filmmaker - broke, dedicated and completely out of his mind. Mark Borchadt, one such filmmaker is a wonder to watch, as are his crew, his family and especially his grandfather, who funds - but does not believe in him. A somewhat misfired, but very funny and sometimes endearing documentary.


Mark Borchadt asks his friend Mike Schank  (whom he has entrusted to keep his spirits
up while shooting 'Coven', his 16mm short film and labor of love) if what they are doing is
cathartic to him. Mike says yes. Mark asks him if he knows what cathartic means and
Mike confesses that he does not. Mark, also ignorant to the definition of catharsis, says
he takes it to mean when one unloads all of one’s frustrations and feels good. Later on,
when he is summoned to the restroom of the funeral home where he works part-time, he
experiences a catharsis, which he describes as a moment of profundity (That moment is
when he must clean up a bit of excrement that didn't find it's way into the bowl). He
realizes that he is thirty years old and in about ten to fifteen seconds, he's going to dig in
and clean up the mess. That's about what Mark, the subject of 'American Movie', is, in a
nutshell. He's a guy who's digging in, maybe not conscious of all the elements and
certainly not as knowledgeable as he may need to be, but rolling up his sleeves and
working from his gut and from his heart. In this endearing and funny film, we come to
see him as the Platonic form of the American Independent Filmmaker: aspiring,
ambitious and ready to tackle the mountains and valleys of the art he loves.

The film opens with Mark putting together a script and casting a film called
'Northwestern', which must be put on hold for financial reasons. Mark then decides to go
on and finish 'Coven' (long "o" sound, does not sound like “oven”), a film he had started
just two years prior and one he feels he could make enough money with to fund
Northwestern. He lives day to day, shooting always, dealing with the tumultuous life he
leads that includes a grandfather's money, his own three kids that he is detached from and
his own mother, who goes on record to say that she feels he will not succeed. It sounds
like a real downer, but Mark and the gang of people around him are such entertaining
people to watch, we almost lose sight of the fact that he's in any real trouble. He has the
patience of a saint and his guerilla style of film making keeps our eyes glued to the
screen. Hollywood couldn't have fictionalized better characters than Mark, his family and
his crew.

 The central image of the film comes when Mark and his mother are watching the
Oscars, intently. Directly following this is Mark (the main character of his own film)
being dragged through a marsh by several black-hooded goons while the 'Coven' camera
crew follows close behind. Mark is watching success on television and then attempting
with everything in him to create success. It's really very admirable. However, as a film
that I believe is saying something about the roots of the recent wave of independent films
that have overtaken the media, the multiplexes and, in fact, the world; 'American Movie'
snaps itself in and out of a strange dimensional door that sells it short, yet remains
riveting.

 It almost becomes a volley as to which filmmaker we are to praise: 'American
Movie' director Chris Smith or Coven director Mark Borchardt. The movie is
exceptionally sympathetic towards Mark, almost to the point where I feel that if I don’t
buy a copy of his film, I’d be doing him a disservice. I felt an instinct to deny American
Movie as it's own entity because watching Mark and his film were essentially more
accessible and more in the front and center of my analysis and my entertainment. It
becomes a comparison discrepancy within the film. Will Mark (and 'Coven') break down
'American Movie' into a powerhouse of watching one man succeed and the film that's
propelling it sit in the background, just as Mark's friends do on his big premiere night?
We almost want to watch him succeed at the expense of 'American Movie'.
 That said, the film is very, very funny. At one point Mark picks up an important
member of his crew from jail and nearly kills him when he accidentally hits the gas
pedal. Mark's kids remember the last movie he took them to was 'Apocalypse Now' and
they are so taken with Marlon Brando's final speech, they chant "the horror". Mark curses
like a sailor and when speaking once, his dad leans his head in the room and tells him
there will be no more of that type of "conversation". 'American Movie' captures tons of
entertaining little clips in Mark's life.

 Finally, the film is essentially the longest, most brilliant commercial for Mark's
movie 'Coven'. I felt, when it was over, that perhaps they should have added the price of a
copy of 'Coven' to my ticket at the door to save time. The film may be too long in spots,
but overall, when Mark shows us on an erase-board that his goal is to sell three thousand
units of 'Coven' to make approximately forty thousand dollars, he isn't just telling us his
plans, he's asking for our help. It's shameless, yes - but that's what Mark is (as Homer
Simpson would put it): a shameless self-promoter. In 'American Movie', promotion is only
a single element hiding behind a thankless motion picture with a lovable and
all-American star.

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