Every
review, positive or negative, I’ve read of “Tarnation”
has started with the same information: that it was made
for a total cost to its maker
(Jonathan Caouette) of $218. That’s how much it cost
for his tapes; the cameras (which vary over the course of
the movie) were gifts, and he used
his boyfriend’s iMac to edit it, using the iMovie
software. I generally prefer movies to be shot on film than
digital cameras, but, on the other hand, “Tarnation”
is proof that if people have a good movie in them, they
can now easily get it made (distribution is trickier).
“Tarnation”
is a documentary about the life of its maker, Caouette.
When he was a child his mother was (wrongly, we learn) diagnosed
with mental illness and taken away from him, and he had
to live with his grandparents. As a teenager, he experimented
with drugs and sex, then, grown up, he left his grandparents
to go and live in Chicago, reuniting with his mother. Since
he was a child, he has documented himself and his life on
VHS, Betamax and digital.
Over
the last few years, he gathered together all his footage,
uploaded it onto the computer and, with encouragement from
John Cameron Mitchell and Gus van Sant (both of whom get
Executive Producer credits), edited it together (from over
160 hours of footage) into an effective and at times disturbing
documentary, reminiscent of 2003’s successful “Capturing
the Friedmans.” It was picked up for Sundance 2004,
and has since been talked about endlessly among filmgoers,
the talk usually being about the fact that it was made for
$218 (‘dollars, not pounds!’ someone exclaimed
to me).
Yes,
it was made for $218. A lot of movies are made for that
amount, and less, but (thankfully, in most cases), you and
I will never see them. I
went into “Tarnation” because I was interested
in its technique, and I was surprised at its unusual power.
It is not a movie that, afterwards, you leave to return
to normality; it stays with you, and leaves you questioning
what ‘normality’ is.
Consider
Jonathan’s monologues to the camera. As a boy, he
dresses up in his mother’s clothes and talks in a
Southern drawl, which seems amusing at
first until we listen to what he is saying (later, when
the drugs have taken their toll on his mother, she has a
long, wild speech into the camera and we
realise, chillingly, that she sounds exactly like Jonathan
in these early scenes). He locks himself in rooms, and films
himself taking drugs. Some
of this is not easy to watch (at least half a dozen people
left the cinema at the screening I was at).
Inevitably,
there are imperfections. There are too many montages (I’m
beginning to think any montages in a movie is too many),
and too much
information is given to the audience through titles on the
screen. The latter mistake seems like laziness, and the
former seems to be picked up from other American movies
that make the same mistake.
Quibble,
quibble. It’s my job to point out where movies go
wrong, so there you go. I still think “Tarnation”
is an excellent documentary, better than
many I’ve seen that cost hundreds of times as much.
I don’t want to tell you too much about what happens
in the movie because I didn’t know, and it
has some very powerful moments.
And
Caouette, somehow, remains a mystery; for all his autobiographical
detail, we can’t quite get to the bottom of his personality.
I suppose the best clue is not in the movie; it’s
the movie itself. I think that anyone using a camera to
film so much of his life must have wanted somehow to distance
himself from it.
Adam Whyte
More
a personal cinematic scrapbook than a documentary, this
astonishing film weaves together the life of 31-year-old
director Caouette in a strikingly personal and emotional
way. And it's also remarkable for the fact that he made
it on his Mac with a production budget of around US $200.
(John Cameron Mitchell and Gus Van Sant came on board later
to help with post-production.)
When
he hears that his mother Renee has taken a lithium overdose,
Jonathan travels back through his life, assembling photographs
and home movies to tell Renee's harrowing life story. Throughout
her childhood in Houston her parents (Rosemary and Adolph)
regularly institutionalised her, and her personality was
altered through shock therapy. Even so, she married and
became a mother, although her husband Steve left without
knowing Renee was pregnant with Jonathan. As her shock therapy
continued, Jonathan was raised by his grandparents--while
dealing with his homosexuality, cinematic obsessions and
his own drug-induced mental illness.
The
film is constructed with a dreamlike feel that echoes (apparently)
Caouette's own mental state; it looks beautiful, with ethereal
cross-cutting, telling film and TV clips, lush colours and,
most of all, extremely heightened emotions. The home movie
footage is startlingly intimate, capturing the intricate
structure of this deeply dysfunctional yet loving family
and creating vivid movie characters out of each person.
Rosemary emerges as the diva of the piece, a forcefully
strong personality that infuses the entire film.
The
journey these characters take is gripping and often disturbing.
A lot of the film is difficult to watch, simply because
it's so private! Long takes of Rosemary after her stroke
and Renee after her overdose capture the reality of Jonathan's
life--these are uncomfortable to see simply because other
films would cut away long before Jonathan does. But he is
clearly trying to understand himself and his history, and
as a result he gives us a deeply meaningful glimpse into
what it is that holds a family together and helps us survive
whatever life throws at us. This is powerfully moving, revelatory,
cathartic filmmaking. And it makes us extremely curious
about what kind of narrative features Caouette might have
up his sleeve.