SpuffyWeb Sadly Over-hyped

ReaderKenka Let's be realistic.

Intcatinfo A Masterpiece!

Sameer Callahan It really made me laugh, but for some moments I was tearing up because I could relate so much.

LilyDaleLady 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.

jsagafi This is a beautiful, respectful, modest treatment of a delicate subject Mark H. -- the victim of a barroom attack by several youths who is left in a coma, forgets his past, and must gradually relearn how to walk, speak, and function. He remains damaged, but creates his own form of therapy in the form of creating an intricate world of action figures living out a detailed story of WWII action. He is an inspiring, creative, charismatic yet fragile protagonist.The movie follows the parallel worlds of Mark's reality and his storytelling, which reflect each other and progress with effective pacing. It is an inspiring tale of self-initiated psychological rehabilitation, where a person who might be pitied reinvents himself and finds redemption and what appears to be a "better" version of himself.There are also very interesting sub-currents of sexuality, sexual identity, justice, catharsis, normalcy, and power struggles in the dual narratives.The movie makers lovingly capture Mark's meticulously created art (including his excellent photography) with beautiful cinematography.Inspiring, beautiful movie.

zetes Deeply moving documentary about a man, Mark Hogancamp, who suffered a vicious beating at the hands of some thugs who followed him home from a bar. He suffered some pretty horrible brain damage, losing most of his memories. To deal with the pain, Mark created a fantasy world, a small Belgian town in the midst of WWII, Marwencol, populated with dolls which represent people from his own life. The filmmaking is pretty standard doc stuff, but it's well done and the director handles the big reveals fantastically. Hogancamp is such a wonderfully interesting person - and the stories he tells about Marwencol are actually gripping themselves - that I was completely caught up in the movie. It's easily one of last year's best films.

Turfseer Marwencol is an unusual documentary about a real-life character, Mark Hogencamp, a resident of Kingston, New York. Hogancamp used to be married and had a hobby as a talented illustrator (although the subject matter of his illustrations, often aggressive and sexually tinged, reflected an angry temperament, undoubtedly exacerbated by alcoholism). Everything changed in 2000 when Hogancamp was assaulted by five low-lifes at a Kingston bar and sustained significant brain damage. He was in a coma for nine days and hospitalized for 40 days, only gradually recovering physically from the attack. As a result of the attack, Hogancamp lost almost all his memories of his former life. At the same time, he completely lost his desire for alcohol and became a much more docile, sensitive person, in contrast to the angry alcoholic of his pre-attack days.Unable to afford any therapy, Hogancamp created a miniature town called Marwencol inhabited by dolls dressed up as World War II action figures (Marwencol refers to himself and two important women in his life, Wendy and Colleen). One of the dolls is a stand-in for Hogancamp himself and some of the other dolls represent friends or acquaintances who have impacted his life. Hogancamp takes photos of the dolls using various props to create scenes from an occupied town in Belgium during World War II. Hogancamp still is angry about the bar beating but channels the anger by taking revenge on the Nazi action figures who represent the men who beat him back in 2000. Often, he utilizes some of the female dolls to take revenge on the Nazis, who end up as bloodied corpses on his miniature stage.When a local photographer discovers Hogancamp's collection of photos, he puts him in contact with the publisher of Esopus Magazine, an art magazine, who ends up publishing Hogancamp's work. Later, an art gallery agrees to put on an exhibition of Hogancamp's photos and Hogancamp grapples with the idea of getting out of his shell and making the trip to Greenwich Village where he'll have to interact with real-life people.I found the most interesting part of 'Marwencol' is when various people talk about Hogancamp including friends, co-workers and those who knew him before he sustained brain damage. These brief interviews serve to fill in the back story regarding Hogancamp's character. In addition, his rise to notice beyond his small circle of friends, is also quite fascinating and perhaps more of the public reaction to this newly found 'artiste', could have been included in the documentary.Certainly Hogancamp's miniatures have helped him cope with his devastating brain injury and has been instrumental in his recovery. And it is quite clear, that he is a talented person, with an artistic eye. Nonetheless, two questions arise regarding Hogancamp's 'work': 1) Is it really art? and 2) In the long run, is his attachment to his fantasy world, a good thing? For me, Hogancamp's miniatures remind me of the 'kitschy' world of Andy Warhol. His obsession with his make believe town (reminiscent of any mediocre, "B" movie about World War II) should appeal more to comic book aficionados than connoisseurs of serious art. And how long should he immerse himself in this make believe world? Isn't it more healthy to interact with real people than maintain the illusion that he's an action hero in his war against the Third Reich? Yes crutches are good when you're first injured—but there comes a time, when one must throw away one's crutches to make further progress. The film does show that Hogancamp has some friends—but I would have preferred to see him interact with his friends a bit more than fall back into his ruminations regarding imaginary Panzer movements.Is Hogancamp that disabled, that he is unable to form a relationship again with a woman? At this point he seems more eccentric than devastatingly handicapped. I'm not suggesting that he give up Marwencol, but wouldn't it be better if this was merely a hobby than an obsession? Hopefully Hogancamp can profit from his 'talents' in the future. It wouldn't hurt that at a certain point in the future, he engages a therapist or counselor who can help with social skills so he can make more friends and perhaps get involved with a woman (or a man for that matter).Marwencol features unique subject matter and is worth viewing simply because it is different and highlights the struggle of one man coping with a devastating brain injury.