I want to write a folk song that heralds Richard Dutcher. I mean, a real deal old timey folk song where the throngs of aimless, hearthless dusty mormon filmmakers huddling around open can fires in the forgotten rail yards of the rust belt and the rockies can warm their hands and hearts while they think about their past and future. Of course, they should call the song “The Ballad of Richard Dutcher: Father to us All.” We all remember that when Mr. Dutcher released God’s Army way back in 2000, he was hailed as the Father of Mormon Cinema and the founder of a new movement where filmmakers told Mormon stories for Mormons. It seemed like amazing times were on the way. However, as we learn from Boethius, experience is like unto a wheel: “Inconsistency is my very essence, Rise up on my spokes if you like, but don’t complain when you are cast back down into the depths. Good times pass away, but then so do the bad. Mutability is our tragedy, but it is also our hope. The worst of times, like the best, are always passing away.” A glut of low rent Mormon comedies flooded the market and poor R.D. painted his face with frowny colors. Within six years of his first film’s release, Richard Dutcher was out of the Mormon church and moving down the road wearing a syllogistic coat of many colors. To explain his departure from the fabric of his creative matrix, Dutcher once said: “At the beginning, I was proud to say, ‘Yeah, I’m a Mormon filmmaker’ because then, I was defining what a Mormon filmmaker was… It quickly got completely out of my control. Now, no one wants to call themselves a Mormon filmmaker because you’re associating yourself with a genre that’s fallen into disrepute. It’s like having porn on your résumé.” So this makes Richard Dutcher the Mormon Sylvester Stallone, right? What is important is that he opened a door for other Mormon filmmakers (even if he’s kind of being a dick about it).
Although I think Richard Dutcher’s personal life is more interesting than his films, I disagree with him completely. Maybe Mormon cinema is like porn. I’ll assume since he made the call he’s more familiar with it than I do and is, therefore, more qualified to make that assumption. But I think while many Mormon films are silly and a little stupid, they are also benign – harmless. I’ll also venture that some are hilarious and heart warming and others are powerful and deeply affecting. I will go anywhere and do anything to see the theatrical release of any movie made by Jared and Jerusha Hess. It’s a freaking shame that Gentlemen Broncos did not get a wide release. The studio pulled its release when critics panned it in advance screenings. America’s critic (TM), Roger Ebert gives three stars to everything and whines like a spanked dog when filmmakers don’t take chances. Then, when they do take chances he gives them bad reviews. Who the hell cares what Roger Ebert thinks? You know what I think? He’s Catholicism’s Richard Dutcher. Someone should make a movie where they’re roommates in a wacky boarding house run by Ron Paul. Wouldn’t it be fun to see three grumpy old men complain about how the world is changing? No, it wouldn’t. It would probably get a bad review by NOTED FILM CRITICS. I thought Saints and Soldiers was more interesting than Saving Private Ryan. Did you hear that Steven Spielberg? For $70 million bucks you made a movie that was Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close – but Ryan Little made a film for $780,000 that had heart and soul and made me care.
I will venture to add that I want to put the wider discussion of Mormon cinema aside and discuss its developments since those heady days. Specifically, I wanted to draw attention to a little film called Humble Pie. Originally released in 2007 as American Fork, this is the story of Tracey Orbison and his family and struggles. Have you ever found yourself in, we’ll say a gas station, paying a clerk for a soda or a donut at 2 in the morning and wondered to yourself – what is that person’s story? Where did they come from and what are they doing here? Well, you probably won’t see it coming from Hollywood; unless the person behind the register is Scarlett Johanssen. Of course, we can’t all be space marines or famed explorers, or personal assistants finding love in New York City while living in unexplainably huge apartments – so, if we aren’t, where is our story? It won’t be coming from Hollywood. I kind of am in love with movies that look a little deeper and concern themselves with more ordinary themes and try to peel back the layer of fabulous that H.Wood bastes its actors in. Like, I’d love to watch a romantic comedy shot in HD/3D where the actresses aren’t allowed to wear makeup or do deep-cleansing colonics. I think it would freaking blow our minds to see what Cameron Diaz really looks like. I remember watching an episode of Caprica and a character was introduced who was completely normal looking and, in consequence of his implicit comparisons with more attractive people, unattractive. I thought to myself: there is no way on God’s green earth that he’s going to make it through this episode. What were they thinking? Sure enough, by the end credits his character is off the show.
I guess I’m jealous, in a way. People like Eli Roth and Alejandre Aja will get millions of dollars to make awful movie after awful movie about the evisceration and rape and torture of beautiful people in exotic, low rent locations; but people like Chris Bowman and Hubble Palmer have to scrimp and save and borrow from their families to make movies about the world’s Tracey Orbisons because (I guess) there are places and themes that are just too shocking for the modern American audience to take in, even for Hollywood. Perhaps this is wise. Making a movie on a shoestring requires the film makers to pay something for their effort. Maybe in considering what they can and cannot afford to do, the film makers invest something in their work that enobles it. American Fork, Utah is one of those places and the story told in this movie deals with those themes. Loneliness, disapointment, failure, a lack of recognition and outlet. These are the strains of Humble Pie. Tracey Orbison is a stock boy at a grocery store whose life ambition is to get his driver’s license. He lives with his mother (Kathleen Quinlain – who offers two of the best prayers ever recorded on film) and his sister (Mary Lynn Rajskub – who takes a turn from playing Chloe on 24 to show that she might actually be an interesting person). In the middle of appeals to Tennessee Williams’ play the Glass Menagerie, we watch as Tracey discovers a sense of purpose and fulfillment in an acting class taught by a terrible actor (played BRILLIANTLY by William Baldwin who brings a deep sense of passive, hilarious pretension/regret to the role). The movie follows the exchanges and stories of these people as they make the best of the humiliations that follows life’s many slices of humble pie (cue tiny brass horn). The film is an intelligent, thoughtful comedy that explores how a person finds motivation and ambition to improve their life in the middle of many small underwhelments. It is beautifully shot as well, recalling images of longing in the long and short takes of its unremarkable subjects. The ending scene is calculated and pitch perfect. Just as you find that your cup of expectations is running over, the director empties it all over the floor. Some people will probably hate this, but I don’t. I think its a sign of artisitc maturity. This is a film that respects its audience and if you give it a chance, you might see that Mormon Cinema has far outstripped the ego of its Father and become something so much more than its original, (purportedly) halting offerings.
– Dr. Conrad Wonderbrook