This is a very unusual documentary about a very unusual guy -- Mark Hogencamp, a sort of "artist by accident". 10 years ago, Mark was beaten almost to death by thugs in a local bar.
Before the accident, he was a severe alcoholic, living a very marginal existence anyhow (in some important ways, MORE marginal than his life after brain damage) and left confusing diaries about his anger, drinking and violence. He was also a pretty accomplished amateur artist, whose drawings focused on images of violence, WWII, busty women, etc.
It is fascinating how this "lost self" rematerializes in the post-injury Mark, who is so terribly damaged and has few memories of his former self (so much so he can't remember the woman he was once married to), by coming out in an odd hobby; Mark designs and builds little sets on which he displays various GI Joe-type dolls and Barbies in WWII scenarios, based less on history than odd re-tellings of his life and his attack (in his fantasies, his attackers are "Nazi SS").
Bits of what memories and recollections he has, his romantic fantasies, his old drawing skills, his fears and anger about being attacked, themes of romantic love and violence, fascination with WWII (long time before, I think, even his parents day) all weave together in a narrative that has come to represent this lonely man's whole existence. That he documents his tableaux in snapshots, and that these were blown up and exhibited in a gallery show, are the underpinnings of this documentary.
I approached this as not just a viewer or fellow artist, but as a fellow adult doll and toy collector. Mark is FAR from the only adult to collect expensive dolls and reproductions and to display them elaborately; unfortunately, I think the filmmakers and their New York art gallery sensibility simply do not understand this, and assume it is a unique form of "insider art". (It isn't; for every Mark, there are a thousand "Lisa's" displaying expensive dolls in elaborate settings with elaborate story lines. However, the likelihood is these female collectors do not have a dramatic back story about mental illness, brain damage, violent attacks or lifelong disability).
Marwencol itself is fascinating, though the filmmakers dodge in and out of it, so that we can't quite get a handle on the scale of it. To my seasoned eyes, it appears to be about the size of small patio -- the whole thing is outdoors, surprisingly in a winter climate -- and built crudely out of plywood. The power of the tableau derives almost entirely from the sophistication of the dolls, and they are NOT dolls Mark has created, but purchased "ball jointed" dolls (for the most part; he has some female Barbie's of the ordinary toy store variety) that are like WWII versions of GI Joe; very pose-able and with hyper-masculine faces. These types of dolls DO look astonishing real, with many points of articulation, but the filmmakers seem obtuse to the fact that MANY people buy these and pose them, though perhaps not to Mr. Hogencamp's obsessive degree. They would not EXIST on the market if there was not a significant demand (and for these WWII homage-type dolls, their audience is 95% male).
It would have considerably more power here if Mark was a savant, who CREATED these dolls, out of wax or wood and paint...if he sewed the tiny, astonishing detailed clothes or carved the tiny amazing (working!) guns. BUT HE DOESN'T. He just BUYS them.
And frankly, here is where I had a disconnect with the message of the film: if he's just buying stuff, and setting it up, he's not that unusual. This is what such dolls are DESIGNED FOR; a sophisticated (and expensive) kind of adult play. (They are not produced for children; not at all.) That means Mark isn't so unusual and his attraction to this kind of play is not a sign of his brain damage or mental illness.
Secondly: because they failed to look into where he gets the dolls (or why there is a market for such dolls), they never ask "what does such a doll cost? and how does a very poor, mentally ill brain damaged man on SSDI afford them?" Because one thing such WWI reproductions are is very costly: I'd say roughly $50-100 per doll. And Hogencamp owns HUNDREDS of dolls, thousands of accessories, jeeps, etc.
Mark lives in a sad little trailer by the side of a busy road, yet he's spending $1000s in taxpayer support on collectible dolls? I don't begrudge him a hobby or a few dolls, but this isn't "a few dolls". This is tens of thousands of dollars of dolls, accessories and photography.
I also wondered a bit about the fact that the entire Marwencol is constructed OUTDOORS, in upstate New York -- a harsh winter climate. It's pretty fragile, and it won't take much to turn it into rubble. Not to mention such pricey dolls and accessories were not designed to sit out of doors in all kinds of weather (even exposure to sunlight will wreck them in short time). What then? Mark is so vested in identity with the dolls (most of whom are designed or chosen to resemble specific people in his life, including himself), I wonder how he'll cope with that inevitable destruction.
A very interesting documentary, that could have dug deeper and asked more questions, but which has an strange kind of power. Enough so that I will probably view it again.
Before the accident, he was a severe alcoholic, living a very marginal existence anyhow (in some important ways, MORE marginal than his life after brain damage) and left confusing diaries about his anger, drinking and violence. He was also a pretty accomplished amateur artist, whose drawings focused on images of violence, WWII, busty women, etc.
It is fascinating how this "lost self" rematerializes in the post-injury Mark, who is so terribly damaged and has few memories of his former self (so much so he can't remember the woman he was once married to), by coming out in an odd hobby; Mark designs and builds little sets on which he displays various GI Joe-type dolls and Barbies in WWII scenarios, based less on history than odd re-tellings of his life and his attack (in his fantasies, his attackers are "Nazi SS").
Bits of what memories and recollections he has, his romantic fantasies, his old drawing skills, his fears and anger about being attacked, themes of romantic love and violence, fascination with WWII (long time before, I think, even his parents day) all weave together in a narrative that has come to represent this lonely man's whole existence. That he documents his tableaux in snapshots, and that these were blown up and exhibited in a gallery show, are the underpinnings of this documentary.
I approached this as not just a viewer or fellow artist, but as a fellow adult doll and toy collector. Mark is FAR from the only adult to collect expensive dolls and reproductions and to display them elaborately; unfortunately, I think the filmmakers and their New York art gallery sensibility simply do not understand this, and assume it is a unique form of "insider art". (It isn't; for every Mark, there are a thousand "Lisa's" displaying expensive dolls in elaborate settings with elaborate story lines. However, the likelihood is these female collectors do not have a dramatic back story about mental illness, brain damage, violent attacks or lifelong disability).
Marwencol itself is fascinating, though the filmmakers dodge in and out of it, so that we can't quite get a handle on the scale of it. To my seasoned eyes, it appears to be about the size of small patio -- the whole thing is outdoors, surprisingly in a winter climate -- and built crudely out of plywood. The power of the tableau derives almost entirely from the sophistication of the dolls, and they are NOT dolls Mark has created, but purchased "ball jointed" dolls (for the most part; he has some female Barbie's of the ordinary toy store variety) that are like WWII versions of GI Joe; very pose-able and with hyper-masculine faces. These types of dolls DO look astonishing real, with many points of articulation, but the filmmakers seem obtuse to the fact that MANY people buy these and pose them, though perhaps not to Mr. Hogencamp's obsessive degree. They would not EXIST on the market if there was not a significant demand (and for these WWII homage-type dolls, their audience is 95% male).
It would have considerably more power here if Mark was a savant, who CREATED these dolls, out of wax or wood and paint...if he sewed the tiny, astonishing detailed clothes or carved the tiny amazing (working!) guns. BUT HE DOESN'T. He just BUYS them.
And frankly, here is where I had a disconnect with the message of the film: if he's just buying stuff, and setting it up, he's not that unusual. This is what such dolls are DESIGNED FOR; a sophisticated (and expensive) kind of adult play. (They are not produced for children; not at all.) That means Mark isn't so unusual and his attraction to this kind of play is not a sign of his brain damage or mental illness.
Secondly: because they failed to look into where he gets the dolls (or why there is a market for such dolls), they never ask "what does such a doll cost? and how does a very poor, mentally ill brain damaged man on SSDI afford them?" Because one thing such WWI reproductions are is very costly: I'd say roughly $50-100 per doll. And Hogencamp owns HUNDREDS of dolls, thousands of accessories, jeeps, etc.
Mark lives in a sad little trailer by the side of a busy road, yet he's spending $1000s in taxpayer support on collectible dolls? I don't begrudge him a hobby or a few dolls, but this isn't "a few dolls". This is tens of thousands of dollars of dolls, accessories and photography.
I also wondered a bit about the fact that the entire Marwencol is constructed OUTDOORS, in upstate New York -- a harsh winter climate. It's pretty fragile, and it won't take much to turn it into rubble. Not to mention such pricey dolls and accessories were not designed to sit out of doors in all kinds of weather (even exposure to sunlight will wreck them in short time). What then? Mark is so vested in identity with the dolls (most of whom are designed or chosen to resemble specific people in his life, including himself), I wonder how he'll cope with that inevitable destruction.
A very interesting documentary, that could have dug deeper and asked more questions, but which has an strange kind of power. Enough so that I will probably view it again.