Gonzo

Alex Gibney’s Gonzo: The Life & Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson

I was supposed to be at a party by the time I was halfway through watching this film. But I couldn’t peel my banana-eyes away from this beauty of a documentary.

What a great account of one of the weirdest literary figures in American history.

Gonzo

Gonzo follows the life and career of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson as he goes from an unknown journalist for Rolling Stone Magazine to becoming one of the most exciting political voices in the 1970s, and later, the legacy he leaves behind after he commits suicide in 2005.

To me it was partly a study of what happens when one encounters fame, and the shortfalls that beset a person once that name becomes recognizable from a distance. The film touches on one of the things that fascinate me the most, and that is accountability for being interesting in a public arena.

He wrote his best work when nobody knew who the hell he was, and he was free to write honestly without hesitation because of that. Partnered with his assignment to be a political correspondent for Rolling Stone Magazine during the presidential elections in the early 70s, this guy was a lunatic firecracker with a pen. He got into trouble for his opinions, as most people do, but he somehow became an even more extraordinary figure because of it.

Accountability becomes the scary part, as once others start challenging and questioning your work, it becomes not only a mission to prove its worth, but your character’s as well. There is always a tension that happens when someone so interesting/controversial/peculiar goes through the gauntlet. Most look like idiots (thanks, Jon Stewart & Gang), but some come out like fucking splendid gladiators.

He was a true “free lance,” in the sense that he was an angry man willing to gore every sacred cow in his path. So he was fearless — he went after people, and he did so with a wicked sense of humor that everybody appreciated. At the same time I think he had his finger so much on the pulse of the American character — both what makes it great and what makes it horrible. He understood the tremendous idealism in America, and he always wore his heart on his sleeve. At the same time, he always understood the deep fear and loathing, as Hunter would have put it, at the heart of this society. —Alex Gibney on The Reeler

It becomes a test of a person’s wit, grace, style and intelligence, really, and I think that’s why it’s so interesting to me. Throughout his career built on harsh words, cut-off shorts, vices and guns, Thompson somehow kept the same spirit as he aged. If not from his work (which suffered after he failed to cover the “Rumble in the Jungle” fight with Ali  and Foreman), then from the people who remember him so fondly and so well. He seemed so well-loved and well-regarded, that it really became a matter of being an impressive person rather than just an impressive writer.

While some people don’t last as long, or really, live as long, Thompson blew through the 70s through the 90s like a champ. Gibney intersperses the movie with soundbytes and recordings of Thompson’s work, which was a fucking blast of confused statements intertwined with very astute questions. He was a real poet, this guy, and such a pleasure to learn about.

I’ve yet to have the experience of reading his work as a whole, much like how I only know bits and bytes of Pee Wee’s Big Adventure (that movie is so much harder to fucking find than you think). However, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson has always been in my list of to-read-before-go-blind-okay-maybe-if-a-James-Earl-Jones-audiobook-came-out.

—I’ll insert a defensive note here, to mention that I’m quite a slow reader and my reading list is hefty. While some have the wonderful ability to immerse themselves in books for hours, I’ve unfortunately inherited my generation’s attention span of the most minuscule proportions. I’m working on it!

PS. The soundtrack is also amazeballs.

Films: Frank Capra’s “Pocketful of Miracles”

It’s not really a Christmas tradition in the realms of It’s a Wonderful Life or Miracle at 34th Street, but it’s one of those nice movies to watch once whenever it happens to be on. Featuring heavy-lidded Bette Davis as Apple Annie, Frank Capra’s Pocketful of Miracles is probably one of my favourite Cinderella stories.

It’s so endearing!

The thing I like so much about this is that it’s not about some chick trying to find a man, but about an old lady who just wants to be the best mum for her daughter. Granted, it all starts with boldfaced lies about how Annie is an elderly dowager with a judge for a husband, but trust Bette Davis to make you understand why she does it.

Glenn Ford is no dead weight either, as the unwilling fairy godfather, Dave the Dude. He and Hope Lange as (Queenie Martin) start out as kind of douches, but later on you see that they’re actually really good people. There’s no crazy twist or M Night Shamalan shit. Shit just gets carried away, as most shit does, and soon there are reporters tied up in secret rooms and a party of fake socialite guests.

But who else do they go through all this trouble for, but the cute little Ann Margret? I’d do anything for that face!

And don’t even get me started on how cute Hope Lange is:

It has a nice consistent humour that is not disgusting, but a little bit more wholesome, as far as funny, crotchety men are concerned. You’ve got stars like the Judge, Hudgins, Joy Boy (who later becomes our good friend with the wonky eye, COLUMBO) and “Joon-ya”.

The whole movie is just about protecting the ones you love, and how surprising it is sometimes when you have a little faith in people. I feel like I have to sum something up here, but to put it simply, I like movies like this. The writing is good, the characters are warm and delightful, and it isn’t a formulaic romantic comedy.

Oh, and I found this as a side note:

According to the Bette Davis biography, ‘Fasten Your Seatbelts’, the actress was furious when she read a Glenn Ford interview in which the actor claimed to have gotten her the part because of the boost she had given him years before in A Stolen Life. Davis is quoted as saying, “Who is that son of a bitch that he should say he helped me have a comeback! That shitheel wouldn’t have helped me out of a sewer!” —via IMDB