Documentaries have long been cursed with a sad, yet
inevitable stigma. The stigma that all documentaries are too boring, or too
long, or too educational to possibly be considered REAL entertainment. However,
with the fairly recent outbreak of sites like “Netflix”, “Youtube”, and “Hulu”,
finding quality nonfiction programming has never been easier.
If you were to ask me a
year ago how I felt about documentaries, I would have responded somewhere along
the lines of, “Documentaries suck. I don’t care about real things. Now leave me
alone I’m watching ‘Pocahontus’”. However, that’s before I saw
“Marwencol”.
The short description
Netflix provided was enough to convince me to hit the play button. The
documentary revolves around a young man who loses all of his memory after being
beat up by a gang of men one night. After having to relearn everything from
walking, to talking, to just opening drawers again, Mark Hogancamp finds peace in
creating a world of his own. And his medium? Dolls. Marwencol is the name of a
town created entirely by Mark that includes dolls representing real
relationships he has with real people. However, although the dolls are
unoriginal, Mark creates stories with the characters in the World War II Era
town; taking beautiful photographs of important scenes along the way.
A
huge part of what makes this particular documentary so intriguing is the marriage
between Mark’s story of recovery, and the invented story Mark creates within
his small-scale doll world. For instance, in reality, Mark has an awkward
encounter with one of his female neighbors. However, in Marwencol, the same
neighbor will profess her love to him, only to be captured by the Nazi police
and held hostage until hero Mark comes to save her.
You’re
confused. I know it. Still, all you really need to know is that Marwencol not
only helped a man recover from brain trauma, but more importantly*, completely
changed my attitude about documentary films. If you’re looking for something
new and different to watch, I urge you to give Marwencol a shot. It changed my
mind, so it might just change yours.
*I don't actually find my change of attitude more important than a man's recovery. That was a joke.