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Tater Tomater (1990)
Spectator?
I first saw this delightful little gem around 1990 at SECCA (The South Eastern Center for Contemporary Art) in Winston-Salem (where it was filmed) and very close to where I was raised near Greensboro. It was paired with another short film, "Confessions of a Southern Punk" and the filmmakers spoke before their pieces. We were told the film had been shown at Sundance and later, as related by Angus Maclachlan the screenwriter, people on the ski slopes could be heard repeating "Tater, tomater?" and giggling maniacally.
I've seen this movie too many times to count and shown it to any captive audience I could. But what is it about the film which makes it so memorable, even when you're not entirely sure what it is you're watching?
It's a character study, revealing in miniature a segment of southern culture we so seldom get to see. Long-suffering Doris isn't just trapped in her life, she's buried alive in it. Living with her overly-religious, passive-aggressive sister; surrounded by unlikable co-workers (save for one) who seem to enjoy keeping her at the bottom of the pecking order and forced to repeat the same two worded question over and over. She longs to break free and express herself.
And she does.
I also want to compliment the direction, staging, editing and music, all of which are perfect at setting the tone, which at times borders on the surreal. The camerawork alone shows an incredible level of creative guerrilla film making. (i.e. Attaching the camera to the door of the car as it is opened and slammed shut, genius.)
Everyone here not only know people like Doris, Louise & Mr. Bowen, but most likely have them in their very families. And while some might see this cast of characters as over-the-top caricatures, I can vouch they are not.
From Doris' mostly unseen sister with whom she lives, obsessed with making the perfect tomato sandwich, to the glad-handing boss, Mr. Bowen, to her ultimate nemesis, Louise, a control-freak obsessed with 'hars' in the blueberry muffins, the host of characters are like low-rent imps from Hell, or forgotten members of a carnival sideshow, just as trapped in their lives as she is, all fulfilling their prescribed roles over and over again and repeating their lines; "Butter? Margarine??" to an ever-changing but ever-the-same audience.
Finally Doris snaps. Her repeated mnemonic rhyming phrase seems somehow to shift her consciousness to a higher plane. Everything she says becomes a comment on everyone she sees, sometimes her insight bordering on the psychic. Rather than being at the bottom of the pecking order, Doris is obviously far more tuned-in to the seedy drama of the diner than anyone suspects. She labels everyone for who they truly are and brings their sins to light. Of course, her co-workers fail to appreciate her insight, and her boss sums it up by merely saying "She's just gone crazy." As if it was simply Doris' turn and sooner or later they'll all have their moment of clarity/madness.
If you don't understand this film or don't find it funny and even poignant, then you've never spent any time, and certainly weren't raised in the south. The piedmont dialects are spot-on, especially Louise. I never fail to LOL when she says; "Do you think she could do that simple, little thing?! Noo!" or when Doris' friend/sister (?) is pulling into the parking lot and the hubcap flies off in what had to be a serendipitous accident, or Kippi complaining about her fingernails "The sticky-stuff never stays stuck." with beautiful unaware alliteration. All of which is a perfect lead-in to Doris' first words. Up to this point we're not sure she even can speak or if maybe she's so beaten-down she sees no reason to.
But underneath the quirky characters and left-field humor is a glimpse into the life of a not-all-that atypical southern woman. A woman whose life, through no real fault of her own, is dictated by others. Beneath the razor-sharp observations of her 'episode' lies a profound desperation. As she lies "recuperating" in the stockroom the boy, Jimmy, who clearly has been paying attention offers one final comment, "Spectator?" As he does Doris smiles, and a single tear moves down her cheek. But whether it's due to her unhappiness, or frustration, or at finally being seen and appreciated by someone, we, the real spectators, are never to learn.
The Andy Warhol Diaries (2022)
Excellent series
I enjoyed this series immensely and highly recommend it to anyone interested in Art in general and how Warhol has influenced and presaged the current world we live in.
I'm saddened and somewhat shocked by some of the vitriolic reviews here. Even after death Warhol seems to polarize. I would've thought this doc could help provide a bridge to understanding his point of view, as it did for me.
I see him as a creative genius, at least fifty years ahead of his time (or perhaps he was creating our future fifty years ago), but he was also a deeply sensitive, insecure human being, desperate for long-term love in a time and with people who could ill-provide it for him. But he wanted it on his terms and these could be extreme. A review here refers to him as not a "nice" person. I take issue with that. Was he aloof? Yes. Arrogant? At times, sure. But I see Warhol's persona mostly as a form of self-protection. A guard against further possible hurt. To me the doc depicts him as truly "nice" in encouraging so many other artists at a time when the very definition of what could be art was being upended. The fact that the mainstream art world only seemed to welcome him after his untimely death is particularly telling and hypocritical. It smelled money and came running, thus proving Andy's point.
The use of an Andy AI (and so obviously making a point of it) is a wonderful touch, as though he truly was speaking to us from some unreachable beyond, his voice recognizable, but somewhat distorted. It gives an almost spiritual quality to the piece, which I can only believe he would've appreciated.
I also feel it's important for this generation to be aware of just how devastating the AIDS crisis was in the eighties. Of just how many men died far too young and of how our leaders failed us utterly. It's a lesson we clearly haven't learned from, another predictor of the future. This series doesn't shy away from highlighting the importance of that part of history, and how it swept through this group of artists and aesthetes, decimating it and leaving the survivors shell-shocked.
Overall, I highly recommend the series for anyone who appreciates art and those who create it (and their motivations for doing so). For Warhol, creating art as a mirror of culture was what he was born to do and in the end the greatest and most lasting piece of art which he created was himself. Who nowadays does not recognize him? But like all great art, what we get out of it depends upon what we bring to it. The experience of art requires an observer. In Warhol's case, he was both the observer and the art itself.