Country: U.S.A.
Genre(s): Art Film
Director: Jim
McBride
Cast: L.M. Kit
Carson / Eileen Dietz / Lorenzo Mans
Plot
Perplexed by his own insignificance, a narcissistic filmmaker
decides to make a film diary to seek the deeper truths about his life,
but instead winds up alienating and confusing himself.
What I Liked
The problem with art
is that most of it is bad. In the case
of Jim McBride’s unbelievably low-budget “David Holzman’s Diary” we are given
art film that is intentionally bad art, but for the right reasons; which makes
it good art. That might sound
convoluted, until you watch the movie.
As long as you understand that the entire thing is fictional, that those
with speaking roles are actors and not real people (a la “Blair Witch Project”),
then it will be clear that this is actually a well-made film trying to pass
itself off as very bad.
With the exception of
a couple of conversations, Lead L.M. Kit Carson pretty much has the entire
movie to himself, which makes sense since he’s playing a guy who is so
self-important that he think it is important to film his entire existence for
no purpose but his own gratification.
Needless to say, the David Holzman of the title is that man, a dimwitted
loser if there ever was one. Carson
plays the part so convincingly I’m tempted to watch his other performances
(including, apparently, an appearance on “Miami Vice”), just to verify he is
not the total buffoon he plays on screen.
That dimwitted loser,
ironically, is what gives the film its lasting importance. I’m far from the first to say it: in this era
of reality television, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Youtube, blogging, and
celebrities who are famous primarily for their sex tapes, we are so inundated with
and encouraged to participate in narcissism that it seems increasingly to be
considered a virtue, certainly a commodity.
“David Holzman’s Diary” somehow predicts all of that and satires it
before it even really happens, making it bitingly funny and frighteningly
poignant all at once. Andy Warhol’s
famous prediction that in the future everyone will be famous for fifteen
minutes left out something important: most people have no business being
famous.
One other mildly enjoyable aspect of this movie is how it acts as a time capsule for 1967. That time in American history has now been so commercialized and synthesized by pop culture as a whole that one would think the entire country was filled with nothing but acid-drenched hippies, black power radicals, and old white men with buzz-cuts. In "David Holzman's Diary," someone like myself who was not alive then gets to see that in 1967 most people were just plain, average folks trying to get through their own lives like they have in any other time.
What I Didn't Like
That watching an
altogether dull person sit in front of the camera and mumble on about how much
he loves/loathes his girlfriend has a underlying social meaning intellectually
doesn't make it any more thrilling to watch emotionally. Most of the film is filled with the main
character’s annoying pretensions and his absolute disregard for other people,
not exactly enjoyable stuff on the surface. Nor is watching a shaky, hand-held, black and white camera jostled all over the place.
Though I will admit, I found it difficult to stop watching. It’s the old rubbernecking to look at a
roadside accident effect.
Most Memorable Scene
Shortly before the
film draws to a close, David sits exasperated in front of the camera, having
alienated the few people who could stand him in the first place, and opens up
to the camera with a barrage of self-loathing.
He finally laments that he had wasted his time with the film, saying
there was nothing to learn. I just
wanted to tell him, “No, you nitwit. The
problem isn't a lack of opportunity for you to learn. There’s plenty for you to learn. The problem is your inability to learn any of
it.” Of course this is the lesson
McBride and crew are trying to teach here by exposing the waste of time that is
human vanity.
My Rating: 3.5 out of 5
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