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Lunatic talent is the siren call to many an overmatched filmmaker, as a random sampling of biopics can attestscrambled brain chemistry is too easily romanticized and lends itself to drab miserablism, yet it can't pass muster as a tragic flaw. The Devil and Daniel Johnston steers a confident course through this minefield: The titular artist and singer-songwriter's raw genius and cult recognition don't conquer his demons so much as they collaborate, negotiate, and brawl with them. Shot mostly on richly hued Super 16 and stitching together a chaotic life with nary a seam showing, Jeff Feuerzeig's tremendous documentary runs on the motive force of intelligent fandom and radiates an ineffable grace.
Like its most obvious antecedent, Terry Zwigoff's Crumb, D&DJ is as much a family portrait as an artist's profile. A "Christian fundamentalist Glass family," in the words of one friend, the Johnstons of West Virginia fretted over young Daniel's stubborn eccentricities and monomaniacal devotion to music and drawing. Always with one eye on his legacy, Johnston constantly kept his tape recorder or camera running, and thus D&DJ has some kinship with Capturing the Friedmans and Tarnation as a compendium of compulsive self-documentation. He may well have missed his vocation as an actor-directorin the Super-8 juvenilia It Must Be Monday, Johnston plays both himself and, with the aid of a wig and a rolling pin, his hectoring mother, Mabel, who's good-natured enough to provide commentary on the footage.
During a brief stint at art school, Johnston met Laurie Allen, the Beatrice in his Vita Nuova of unrequited-love songs; his muse decreed, his stardom awaiting, Johnston ran away and joined the circus, landing in Austin at the exact moment its music scene blew uproll tape of the boyish McDonald's employee hustling MTV with one of his homemade cassettes, Hi, How Are You, in which Johnston's primitive chord-organ musicianship and cracked, bleating voice belie his knack for pure pop melody and surreally plangent lyrics. As his scenester following grows and the dark, violent side of his autistic-savant persona becomes frighteningly evident, D&DJ testifies to the selfless heroism of his manager, Jeff Tartakov, and of Mabel and Bill, Johnston's now elderly parents and caretakers.
"I am the ghost of Daniel Johnston," the 1985-era Johnston declares in D&DJ's opening moments, and this phantom haunts the entire movie. Graying and obese in his heavily medicated middle age, the current Johnston bears little resemblance to his Hi, How Are You incarnation, and he's a nearly silent subject, the film circling respectfully around him. Feuerzeig sometimes re-enacts signature incidents of the biography using a handheld camera that stands in as Johnston's point of view, underlining the eerie intuitions of an absent presence.
Johnston's outbursts and breakdowns subverted his success, caused his loved ones untold anguish, and, of course, bolstered his legend. The documentary holds no illusions about insanity as a career move; there's a whiff of the freak show in Johnston's latter-day concerts but never in Feuerzeig's approach. The Devil and Daniel Johnston could have closed on a triumphant noteJohnston onstage, fascinating his publicbut the film's candid, clear-eyed humanism can be gleaned by who in the story gets the last word.
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