FilmKelly Duane
Duane finessed that reversal in a subversively easygoing documentary that's now playing festivals all over the world and movie theaters all over election-crazed America. With a soundtrack that smells like Sub Pop Records and edits that take time to enjoy Super 8 backwoods footage gathered by Brower himself, Duane's movie is low-tech, poetic, and ventilated with fresh perspective. As a political documentary, Monumental does the impossible: it breathes. In confidently allowing the film to rest on the decades-old images of locations that have lost their virginity (Yosemite) or been lost altogether (Glen Canyon), Duane turns the art of documentary biography from fact gathering to the rebuilding of a state of mind.
Duane's film about one of activism's greatest uphill climbers faced its own battles. She only got access to the 200 reels of footage Brower had shot by promising to log it for UC Berkeley's Bancroft Library, which now owns it. In the process of making the film, she ended a relationship, moved back to the Bay Area, and lost a large amount of the interview footage she'd shot when it was stolen from her car. PowerBar inventor Brian Maxwell who was also backing a sculptural monument to Brower's legacy funded Monumental but died of a heart attack shortly before its premiere at the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History in April. Duane had learned her lesson about filmmaking and heartbreak before she even began this project, though, when making a previous film (2001's See How They Run), about San Francisco mayoral politics. She realized that the process of making any film even "light" fare was torture and decided the next time she put herself through that much hassle, the work would have to matter. Three years later, I'm happy to report that it does. (Susan Gerhard) |
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