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Ryan Fleck and Anna Bodens Sugar, which premiered in the U.S. Dramatic Competition at the 2008 Sundance Film Festival (and was inexplicably shut out at the closing-night awards ceremony), gets as much right about baseball as any movie Ive ever seen. It gets the hum of the electric lights in the ozone-heavy summer air and the satisfying smack of a knuckle curve as it lands squarely in the catchers mitt. It exults in the zigzag poetry of the red-and-white-striped ballto the shortstop, to second, to first. Double play! Above all, it understands baseball as a crucible of the American dreamfor Americans and for those who long to come to these shores. In telling the fictional story of a young Dominican pitcher, Miguel Sugar Santos (gifted newcomer Algenis Pérez Soto), during his first season on the roster of an MLB farm team, Sugar echoes the history of several generations of minority immigrant ballplayers, from Hiram Bithorn to Roberto Clemente to Sammy Sosa.
Its a gorgeous filmsubtle, observant, full of lifeyet the surprise isnt how good it is but rather how true it rings. Fleck and Boden are a long way away here from the gritty Brooklyn verisimilitude of their previous Half Nelson, but Sugar feels every bit as lived-in, whether were on the dirt streets of a DR shantytown or the hardened clay of a Bridgeport, Indiana, single-A ballpark. And it is just as wise to the cheap inspiration of so many sports dramas as Half Nelson is to the pitfalls of heroic-schoolteacher minstrelsy. Indeed, for Sugar Santos, making it in this country truly begins only after his baseball career comes to a self-imposed end.
Whereas Sugars American panorama includes glimpses of the ugly face of racial discrimination, two other Sundance movies charge head-on at that vestigial skeleton in our sociocultural closet. I dont know any black people is the alarming epiphany uttered by an upper-crust husband and father at the start of the third vignette in Venezuelan director Chusy Haney-Jardines audacious, just about indescribable triptych, Anywhere, U.S.A. The movie was awarded a deserved special Spirit of Independence prize by the Dramatic Competitions Quentin Tarantinoled jury. A similar sentiment propels the documentary Traces of the Trade: A Story From the Deep South, in which director Katrina Browne and nine relatives grapple with their family history as the largest slave-trading operation in North America. A seminarian by education, Browne is far from a natural filmmaker, but her movie contains some of the most extraordinary moments I witnessed onscreen at Sundance this year, including a loaded encounter with an African-American woman on the Ghana coast who tells Brownes cousin that she had hoped to make her trip without seeing any white people.
Another deeply personal, first-person documentary came in the form of Christopher Bells Bigger, Stronger, Faster, which carries the provocative subtitle The Side Effects of Being American and recounts the Poughkeepsie-born Bells childhood infatuation with the holy trinity of 1980s steroidal musculature: Sylvester Stallone, Arnold Schwarzenegger, and Hulk Hogan. Of course, the impressionable Bell and his two pro-wrestling-aspirant brothers didnt know at the time that their larger-than-life heroes were jacked on performance-enhancing drugsand once they found out, it did little to deter them from experimenting with steroids themselves. Id rather be dead than average, says one of Bells brothers, affectionately known as Mad Dog, and from that rich starting point, Bellwhos like Michael Moore with an inverse ratio of muscle to body fatembarks on a wide-ranging survey of our national obsession with domination. Its a hugely entertaining, surprisingly shrewd ride, complete with guest appearances by the likes of Ben Affleck (seen in clips from an after-school special about the dangers of roid rage), comic-book maestro Stan Lee, disgraced athletes Ben Johnson and Floyd Landis, and hilariously clueless California Rep. Henry Waxman.
The Side Effects of Being American could also describe Morgan Spurlocks out-of-competition Where in the World Is Osama bin Laden?, a vile, naïve, and reactionary film in which the Super Size Me auteur bids adieu to his extremely pregnant wife and goes off in search of the worlds most dangerous terrorist. Giving credence to the ugliest of ugly-American stereotypes, Spurlock bulldozes his way through Morocco, Saudi Arabia, and Israel, dropping in on the uncle of al-Qaida lieutenant Ayman al-Zawahiri and getting into a shoving match with Orthodox Jews on the streets of Tel Aviv. And just for good measure, there are periodic interludes in which an animated version of Spurlock gets whipped around by bin Ladens turban power during a Tekken-like showdown. Michael Moore at his shallowest is fathoms deeper than this.
Thankfully, by way of a corrective, there was Oscar-nominated director Edet Belzbergs superb An American Soldier, which follows a Houma, Louisiana, Army recruiter as he enlists the next generation of U.S. military cadets, then stays with three of his recruits as they make their way through basic training and beyond. From its boldfaced candor about the difficulties of recruitment in a time of war to its upending of numerous infantry stereotypes (all of the films subjects are white, and the most gung-ho of the lot is a college-bound honors student), Belzbergs film is neither a jingoistic tract nor an anti-military jihad. Instead, its a measured, intelligent, and even inspiring portrait of the men and women charged with defending our country.
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