{"id":5664,"title":"Nonfiction Powwow in Poughkeepsie: The Flaherty Seminar at Fifty","kind":"biblio","url":"https://www.videohistoryproject.org/nonfiction-powwow-poughkeepsie-flaherty-seminar-fifty","version":"18656d4fd2718de1e10e8d6264d0b2549ea6a70e1638081a20c3a438906b6492","modified":"2026-09-13T21:52:04.4449435+00:00","credits":[{"role":"Author","name":"Paul Arthur"}],"authorKeys":["Arthur, Paul"],"subjects":["Texts by Author"],"metadata":[{"label":"Publication","value":"Film Comment","url":null},{"label":"Publisher","value":"Film Society of Lincoln Center","url":null},{"label":"Date","value":"September/October 2004","url":null},{"label":"Place","value":"New York, NY","url":null},{"label":"Type","value":"Manuscript, text or essay","url":null},{"label":"ETC archive","value":"ETC1794","url":null}],"citations":{"page":"\u0022Nonfiction Powwow in Poughkeepsie: The Flaherty Seminar at Fifty.\u0022 Video History Project, Experimental Television Center, 2026. https://www.videohistoryproject.org/nonfiction-powwow-poughkeepsie-flaherty-seminar-fifty.","publication":"Paul Arthur. Nonfiction Powwow in Poughkeepsie: The Flaherty Seminar at Fifty. Film Comment. Film Society of Lincoln Center. September/October 2004.","risUrl":"https://www.videohistoryproject.org/citation/5664.ris"},"links":[],"sections":[{"name":"body","source":"VHP record body","generated":false,"characters":9722},{"name":"summary","source":"existing VHP generated summary","generated":true,"characters":857}],"content":{"section":"body","source":"VHP record body","generated":false,"text":"Neither a film festival nor a scholarly conference, the annual Robert Flaherty Film Seminar, held at bucolic Vassar College, has been called everything from summer camp for documentary mavens to an activist think tank to a cult-tinged revival tent. But given its week-long regimen of grueling screenings and intrinsic, often contentious public and small-group discussions\uFF96sparking up during drowsy cafeteria breakfasts and continuing into the wee hours at \u0022Bill\u0027s Bar\u0022 (a tradition launched by ace archivist William Sloan)\uFF96a more fitting characterization might be Outward Bound for anti-Hollywood apostles. Founded in 1955 by Flaherty\u0027s widow and prime collaborator Frances, this year\u0027s incredibly diverse gathering of filmmakers, museum programmers, writers, students, and distributors celebrated a half-century of achievement in independent cinema with an array of new and classic work ranging from cinema verite social tracts to avant-garde explorations of personal memory. While several Flaherty veterans agreed that the commemorative mandate, in combination with a national climate of political solidarity on the left, made for a \u0022tamer\u0022 event, there were plenty of inflamed cine-frictions operating just below the surface. Originally convened to study and perpetuate the Flaherty legend, from the beginning the Seminar has served as a breeding ground for what is new and challenging on the nonfiction scene. Despite a reputation as a citadel of orthodox documentary, initial sessions introduced American audiences to the films of Satyajit Ray\uFF96and more recently nurtured narrative mavericks like Dusan Makavejev and Mani Kaul\uFF96provided a forum for eclectic impresario Amos Vogel of Cinema 16, and gave early support to community-access and guerrilla TV production. The great ethnographic filmmaker Jean Rouch claims that a felicitous meeting in 1957 with French Canadian verite godfather Michel Brault inspired the groundbreaking Chronicle of a Summer (61). A decade later, a gathering of American visual anthropologists charted bold alternatives to what was threatening to become a dormant practice. Around the same time, Flaherty hosted a group of disgruntled women who used the occasion to hammer out principles for a feminist doc movement and initiate the New Day distribution collective. Maintaining its cutting-edge perspective, the Seminar has attempted to reclaim buried histories of black and Latino nonfiction makers, addressed serious consideration to work from the African diaspora and the Middle East, and took their show on the road to Riga, Latvia, for a summit with Glasnost media artists. Early sessions filtered in an occasional \u0022formalist\u0022 avant-garde exercise yet the presence of that other wing of nonfiction cinema has proved a persistent\uFF96albeit often productive\uFF96source of contention. Perhaps most famously, in 1963 Jonas Mekas and Ken Jacobs hauled newly-minted prints of Jack Smith\u0027s Flaming Creatures and Jacobs\u0027s Blonde Cobra to the Flaherty site in Vermont, only to be turned away as interlopers\uFF96an episode hilariously documented in Mekas\u0027s sublime Lost Lost Lost (76). Nearly thirty years later, Jacobs, invited to perform a \u0022Nervous System\u0022 piece employing footage from a silent French porn film, occasioned an unusually bitter and fractious exchange over charges of sexism and elitism. No such fireworks accompanied the gala 50th reunion although an undercurrent of frustration was voiced at the near-parity between docs and experimental films, a consequence of selecting Susan Oxtoby of Cinematheque Ontario as this year\u0027s chief programmer. Besides juxtaposing genres and productions from ten different countries, Oxtoby had an additional task of paying tribute to the gnarly legacy of past Flaherty screenings. Unfortunately, given the increasingly urgent pressures of national and world affairs, at least a few of her more recondite avant-garde selections seemed like luxuries, visually fortifying if somehow irrelevant, even for a career-long booster like myself. On the other hand, there were plenty of gems from both camps unearthed by the Seminar\u0027s retrospective survey. Brault and Pierre Perrault\u0027s little-known 1963 Pour la Suite du Monde (Of Whales, Men, and the Moon) plays like a less portentous, communal version of Flaherty\u0027s own Man of Aran (34). Shot on a small island in the St. Lawrence river, the film helped revive an abandoned local custom in which beluga whales are trapped in a fence-like weir then sold to aquariums. A French-speaking trio of charming old rogues recite tall tales about the good old days amid a boisterous medley of folk tunes and dances. With Brault as a featured guest, recognition of Canadian contributions to the storied development of verite in the Sixties and Seventies emerged as one of the week\u0027s resonant subtexts. In a similar vein, a healthy chunk of Taiga (92), a nine-hour Mongolian epic of quotidian observation by Ulrike Ottinger\uFF96also in attendance\uFF96raised anew issues around the camera\u0027s social control over its subjects, a problem especially germane to the recent wave of first-person documentary polemics. This dynamic was hashed out again after a screening of George Stoney\u0027s Getting Out, a bracing work-in-progress centered on a prisoner-run theater and writing project at Sing Sing. Although several straightforward social docs were among the best received and emotionally stirring entries, Oxtoby, aided by a team of auxiliary curators, placed special emphasis on the historical trajectory of crossover or hybrid docs. Marlon Riggs\u0027s lyrical evocation of African-American queer subjectivity, Tongues Untied (89), lost none of its sting while the British Black Audio Film Collective\u0027s Handsworth Songs (86), directed by John Akomfrah, demonstrated once again how effective political statements need not be divorced from radical formal concerns. Of a newer crop of poetic docs, the devastating Bocas de Ceniza (Mouths of Ash) (04), by Juan Manuel Echavarria, was head-and-shoulders the find of the Seminar. Literally. In tight long-take close-ups framed against a neutral background, a series of rural Colombian peasants forcibly displaced from their homes by military operations sing simple, mournful songs of their own devising about oppression and, especially, a massacre of unarmed civilians by government troops. In Echavarria\u0027s eloquent trope, the CUs isolate singers from their spatial contexts while their collected songs speak to an unquenchable spirit of collective struggle. Only slightly less adventurous in method, Jean-Marie Teno\u0027s A Trip to the Country (00) adopts a sly first-person essayistic voice to pump up\uFF96as its subverts\uFF96a seemingly dreary travelogue of throttled modernity in backwater Cameroon villages. Teno\u0027s inventory of Western consumer prizes awarded for a tribal festival of athletic contests acts as a pitch-perfect metaphor for the economic plight of developing countries. On the avant-garde side of the ledger, Bruce Conner\u0027s neglected Crossroads (76), a compilation of government-produced footage of atomic testing in the Bikini Atolls\uFF96publicly denounced by fellow filmmaker Morgan Fisher as a \u0022fascist\u0022 work\uFF96brilliantly exploits a strategy of duration, exhausting our smug contemplation of gorgeous super-slow-mo mushroom clouds in order to trigger an ontological horror of blank eternity and of nuclear proliferation without end. In a related apocalyptic register, Phil Solomon\u0027s Twilight Psalm III: \u0022Night of the Meek\u0022 (02) re-photographs clips from Lang\u0027s M and other Weimar and Nazi-era classics in a manner that encrusts images of looming catastrophe, and their historical accretions in personal memory, in a thick visual glaze of hoarfrost and molten metal. The effect is a spine-chilling spin on theorist Siegfried Kracauer\u0027s famous thesis, in From Caligari to Hitler, about the premonitory thrust of German movie-making. A less satisfying example of experimentalism at the service of political anatomy is the ultra-hip Speculative Archive\u0027s (aka Julia Meltzer and David Thorne) It\u0027s Not My Memory of It\uFF96Three Recollected Documents (03), a \u0022counter-intelligence\u0022 video pairing the highly mediated story of a CIA \u0022source\u0022 in Iran, laboriously pieced together from shredded U.S. Embassy documents, against two bizarre telephone interviews with CIA information officers. Despite great material and a trenchant theme of Orwellian language, It\u0027s Not My Memory paradoxically shares with unreflective verite\uFF96a style whose implicit truth claims are anathema to postmodernists\uFF96an unwillingness to expose, to say nothing of interrogating, its own methods of information gathering and discursive construction. For me, the biggest surprise of the week was a palpable lack of excitement over documentary\u0027s recent invasion of popular culture. Of course the majority of these folks have been in it for the long haul, thus perhaps they know how quickly the public\u0027s taste for nonfiction can shift. In this regard, an intriguing discussion session vented problems of media circulation, particularly the prospects for a national Arte-style TV network devoted to nonfiction work versus less grandiose strategies such as straight-to-DVD production and distribution via the internet. Needless to say, there was no consensus. According to Patty Zimmerman, a stalwart chronicler and theorist of noncommercial cinema, the Seminar\u0027s strongest quality is in fact an insistent heterogeneity, commingling different technological formats, genres, and national movements in an environment that nurtures intergenerational, as well as aesthetic and ethical, skirmishes. In deference to its guiding spirit, let\u0027s hoist a glass to the conclave\u0027s next half-century. Film Comment Sept/Oct 2004 www.filmlinc.com/fcm/fcm.htm","offset":0,"nextOffset":null,"totalCharacters":9722,"complete":true},"rightsUrl":"https://www.videohistoryproject.org/terms-service"}