The white, working-class, Upstate New York dead-end of Mohawk Valley is surely not the milieu metal frontman Al Jourgensen had in mind when he wrote the Goth call-to-arms "Everyday Is Halloween." But Donal Mosher and Michael Palmieri's document of a year in the lives of Mosher's extended Valley family calls to mind the Ministry hit nonetheless. October Country follows four generations of Moshers from one October 31st to the next, and, in between, the spooks linger. Halloween itself is a Mosher obsession, a leveler across generations, and the only opportunity all year to take back the night from the family ghosts.
Wishbone Films
Donna Mosher
Details
October Country
Directed by Donal Mosher
and Michael Palmieri
Wishbone Films
Opens February 12, IFC Center
Related Content
More About
Inspired by Mosher's writing and photography, and shot by Palmieri, whose background is in directing music videos for the likes of Beck and the Foo Fighters, October Country is best understood as a work of creative nonfiction. The directors employ art-film techniques to aestheticize a swamp of big issues—the military, poverty, madness, family planning, spousal and child abuse—and give a family's (and America's) angst a clear voice and seductive form without leveling judgment.
A munitions factory—staffed by post-traumatic vets like family patriarch Don—is all that keeps the town alive. It's a place where women are attracted to monster men who impregnate, beat, and then leave them. Unable to learn from the past or break through to the future, the Moshers live in a zombie state of stasis here. No wonder one member of the family claims to be "more afraid of the living than I am of the dead"—even as the Mosher women compulsively breed new life.
"You probably never should have had kids," says Dottie, the family's grande dame and supportive glue, to her daughter, Donna, who, in a family pattern, became a mom while still a kid herself. "Because you never got to enjoy your life." Donna agrees, but insists it isn't as bad as all that: "My kids are grown up, and now, I want to be happy." Cut to Desi, Donna's loud, lonely, extraordinarily self-possessed pre-teen daughter. With Mom "being happy" and much of the rest of the family preoccupied with Desi's sister, Daneal, a welfare mom before she could legally drink, Desi amuses herself with video games. "There is a bright side to it," she says. "I watch less TV."
There's a strain of suspense running through October Country: Will Desi, on the verge of puberty, soon fall for the charms of dangerous, virile losers like the Mosher women before her? Or will her preternatural awareness that the choices made by her sister and mom qualify as "retarded" crack the family's tradition of arrested development?
Though Donal Mosher never appears on camera, his insider presence is always felt, as secret family horrors reveal themselves casually, organically, unvarnished in the telling. In standard documentary, there's often a just-perceptible force field keeping the subjects separate from the eye of the camera. In October Country, that border between watcher and watched doesn't exist—or, at least, isn't felt; the Moshers' rage and resignation seems as if it's coming through unfiltered. October Country delivers an unadulterated shot of the kind of poor white American despair and frustration that most media treats as caricature.
Dense with painterly, almost abstract imagery rendered in vivid, lurid living color, and a wildly variant score composed by the filmmakers, October Country uses elliptical montages to emphasize the cyclical nature of the lives onscreen. If the film doesn't get anywhere narratively, that's just form following content: The Moshers themselves don't go anywhere, either.
