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Silverdocs Reviews: “Bad Brains: A Band in DC,” “Charles Bradley: Soul of America,” and “The Source”

Our take on what’s playing at Silverdocs this year.

Charles Bradley: Soul of America plays on Friday and Sunday. Photograph courtesy of Silverdocs.

Bad Brains: A Band in DC

Playing Thursday, June 21, at 10:45 PM, and Saturday, June 23, at 10 PM

Few punk bands have come to define the hardcore punk and post-punk scene in DC more than the exploding supernova of a sound that was Bad Brains. The group was born when four jazz-trained musicians who were spending most of their time in bands doing Earth, Wind, and Fire and Parliament Funkadelic covers suddenly discovered the Sex Pistols and the Dead Boys, and figured they could do the same thing as those bands but faster and louder, and with intimidating precision and control.

Directors Ben Logan and Mandy Stein’s Bad Brains: A Band in DC manages to get access to a treasure trove of archival footage from those early days, and does well to use as much of it as possible. Henry Rollins, who saw the band as a teen long before becoming an icon with the likes of Black Flag and his own band, says of his first Bad Brains show, “That was kind of the start of my life.” Other testimonials, from the likes of Ian MacKaye, Dave Grohl, and the Beastie Boys (I’ll admit to getting a little misty seeing Adam Yauch on film so soon after his untimely death), match that intensity. And even if the archival footage can’t necessarily replicate the powerful experience of being at those shows, the frightening intensity of the band still shines through, despite the filter of years and video of iffy quality. Bad Brains play so fast it seems impossible that human musicians could stay together at that speed, and have a hell of a frontman in lead singer H.R., who sings like some sort of spastic, shamanistic, demented auctioneer.

The filmmakers juxtapose this early footage and a gradual chronological history of the band’s entire career with film about the band’s 2007 reunion tour, during which the ragged edge of disaster the band’s music seemed always to be riding started to apply to their interactions as well, and they weren’t as able to keep from falling over the side. The film opens with bassist Darryl Jenifer telling his singer that he never wants to see him again, after a show in Chicago that finds H.R., an enigmatic, hippie-ish figure in his more recent years, standing with a serene grin and essentially refusing to perform,

The question of what’s going on with H.R., who has been notoriously inconsistent during the band’s sporadic reunion shows, is the one area of the film that feels frustratingly incomplete. Speculation about the state of his mental health has long been a subject of conversation within the punk community, and it seems obvious from some of his actions in the film that something is simply not quite right with the man. But the filmmakers seem reluctant to delve into this subject in any detail, leaving his erratic behavior hanging out there as an unanswered, largely unaddressed question. That leaves A Band in DC as a vital document of the band’s rise; but when it comes to their later years, the film, like H.R. himself, is a little messy and frustratingly obscured.


Charles Bradley: Soul of America

Playing Friday, June 22, at 10:30 PM, and Sunday, June 24, at 9:45 AM

We live in an era in which pop stars can be washed up at 22 and becoming famous requires equal parts talent and a reality-TV-ready persona. In this environment, Charles Bradley is unusual for two reasons: First, that at the age of 62, after spending an astonishing 48 years performing as a James Brown impersonator, Bradley is finally trying to make it on his own name. And second, that he’s not looking for millions and mansions; rather, he just wants to make enough money from his music to support his mother and move himself out of the projects.

Bradley signs with Daptone Records (the label backing Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings), and the film spans the month and a half leading up to the release of his first album; periodic notes onscreen count down the days until the release party. Bradley, who has been performing for nearly half a century, is still learning to be comfortable presenting himself as himself, sans James Brown wig and spangly cape. Scenes of his concerts—beautifully filmed, the camera lingering on the curve of a trumpet or a hand clasped around a microphone—are interspersed with interviews with family and his collaborators at Daptone, plus anecdotes from Bradley himself. The glimpses we get into his tragic past—negligent parents, murdered brother, months spent living on the subway—make the obvious deep joy he takes from performing, and from life itself, even more remarkable.

The one false note is the way filmmaker Poull Brien’s chosen to illustrate these anecdotes: through Unsolved Mysteries-style reenactments using actors, which seems completely unnecessary and serves to take the viewer right out of the film. Luckily there are only a couple of instances of this, and the rest of the movie is undeniably affecting.

Naturally there’s plenty of music in the film, but it’s juxtaposed with periods of silence as the camera follows Bradley frying fish for lunch, paying the bills for his mother’s house, sewing sequins onto the cuffs of the jumpsuit he plans to wear to his album release concert. In contrast to the scenes of fans gushing post-show or friends congratulating him, it’s jarring; watching him carry his own bags to the car or pass out flyers for his show, it’s hard not to wonder where he’ll be if his album doesn’t sell well, how fast the praise showered on him by the Daptone bigwigs will evaporate if the dollars fail to materialize.

The film’s title is apt: Charles Bradley is not just a soul singer in America, he’s a representation of both the opportunity and the cruelty inherent in American culture. Is it still possible for this man, who reads at a kindergarten level and sometimes has to flee his apartment to seek refuge in his mother’s basement, to pull himself up by his bootstraps and achieve success the old-fashioned way, no tricks or gimmicks or connections? Is it possible for dreams to come true?

The most powerful moment comes about three-fourths of the way through the film. Bradley, in his apartment, speaks directly to the camera, which zooms in tightly on his creased face. When asked what he has left to give, he says honestly, breaking down into tears, that sometimes he wishes for death, that every day is a struggle and he has to fight as hard as he can to maintain his honesty and decency. And even though people may see it as a weakness, he says, if he had all the money in the world, he wouldn’t let it change who he is. The scene fades directly into a performance of a song about why it’s so hard to make it in America. As Bradley sings, eyes closed, pouring his whole being into the song, you find yourself questioning right along with him.


The Source

Playing Friday, June 22, at 10:45 PM and Saturday, June 23, at 9:30 PM

There’s a scene in Woody Allen’s Annie Hall that find’s Allen’s Alvy Singer dining outdoors at a Sunset Strip restaurant, trying to find something to satisfy his Manhattan deli tastes at an organic vegetarian restaurant that seems to have some variation of sprouts in every item on the menu. That restaurant was a real one, and it popped up in a number of ’70s movies, as well as becoming a regular hangout for many LA celebrities. The eatery, called the Source, also happened to be the home base for what one social historian in Maria Demopoulos and Jodi Wille’s documentary of the same name describes as the archetype for the ’70s Southern California cult.

The film is a meticulously detailed look at the inner workings of the Source Family, a sizeable commune that was gathered and overseen by the charismatic figure of Jim Baker, also known as Father Yod (and by the end of his days, as Father YaHoWha). The film begins with Baker’s own background, detailing his youth as a World War II vet and a martial artist, his eventual turn to criminal activity, and his discovery of Eastern spirituality. By the time of his death, he was an intense figure with a mane of gray hair and a huge beard, as close to the Western artistic representation of the Christian God as one can imagine.

Cults are normally secretive groups, so what’s so astounding about watching Demopoulos and Wille’s film is just how much archival footage they’re able to use. One member of the group, Isis (in a standard cult move that aims to separate members from their pasts, all commune inductees were given new names), became the group’s historian, and even after they disbanded, she continued to keep the massive archive of film and photographs intact; it’s this material that forms the backbone of The Source.

The other factor working in the film’s favor is just how many former members of the family the filmmakers are able to get on camera for interviews, and the diversity of the group both in their current lives and their feelings towards their time as members of the family. Some have fully assimilated back into what one might consider “normal” life, working standard jobs, running businesses, many of them not necessarily regretful of their time in the family, but many also saying they wouldn’t do it again if they had it to do over. Others still live much as they did back then, largely off the grid and self-sufficient, living off the land.

The filmmakers give equal voice to all of these perspectives without ever pulling any punches when it comes to putting on display the group’s creepier and more dangerous practices, like marrying off underage girls who joined the group so that their parents couldn’t reclaim them, or refusing medical attention for sick children, or Baker’s eventual decision to allow polygamy within the group, largely so that he himself might keep 13 wives. That diversity of perspective and honesty in presentation makes The Source one of the most detailed looks at the inner workings of an American cult ever assembled, and essential viewing for anyone fascinated with the psychology and sociology of these groups.


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