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 Marwencol: A Self-Help Project Becomes Moving Outsider Art.
By Michael Atkinson Thursday, Mar 3 2011

Exactly the sort of mysterious and almost holy experience you hope to get from documentaries but rarely do, Jeff Malmberg's Marwencol is something like a homegrown slice of Herzog oddness, complete with true-crime backfill and juicy metafictive upshot.

 It begins with context: In 2000, Mark Hogancamp, an Upstate New York resident, was beaten outside a bar by four men so badly that he incurred a brain injury and woke up to a life he barely remembered.

Slowly, he discovered that he'd once been married (we never find out what happened to his foreign bride), that he'd been an accomplished artist and that he'd been a raging, ruinous alcoholic. Seriously disabled mentally, he has existed since the beating by mopping floors and making diner meatballs in his destitute little trailer town.
Mark Hogancamp, an outsider artist bred by tragedy.
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Having run out of insurance for therapy, Hogancamp reverted to a childhood impulse and began building a miniature town in his yard, occupied by action figures and simulating a World War II Belgian village filled with GIs, Nazis, Brits, vamps, brutes, barmaids and simulacra of his friends, relatives and neighbors—which is where both his life and Malmberg's film sprout some very unlikely mushrooms: Enraptured by his idealized world and the extra
vagant, ever-changing narrative that goes with it, Hogancamp invested his play-project with a massive amount of detail and thought, and then began photographing it.



Soon, a local photographer realizes that he is an artist, a primitive born out of trauma.

Malmberg holds this and other revelations for as long as he can, but he hits you immediately with Hogancamp's perspective, never showing the titular mini-village in its depressing entirety but instead crawling through it with a short focal length and treating it like a movie set. Which is in many ways what it is—the artist's beautiful, arresting photos are so saturated with natural contrasts and filled with spontaneous feeling that they suggest stills from a movie that doesn't exist. As the soldier dolls gesticulate tragically in the sun, one could be forgiven for thinking of Malick's The Thin Red Line. When Hogancamp pulls his toy army jeep packed with decked-out figurines down the highway shoulder to naturally roughen up the new wheels, Malmberg hits the pavement with a dolly shot, lending the moment a surprising cinematic torque.


Hogancamp's project is undoubtedly a textbook example of outsider art, and enthralls for that genre's particular reasons—aesthetic innocence, genuine otherness. But even without knowledge of the artist's life, the photos step beyond neo-kitsch into a realm where childlike transference merges with a dramatic grandeur to create both a feeling of vintage Hollywood artifice and authentic pathos. Malmberg is sensitive to the art's significance, and often elaborates on Hogancamp's ideas in his own visuals. But he's also sensitive to the man, a naive, socially inept misfit eventually terrified by his own press coverage and a rather spectacular show in a gallery.

Life and fantasy are scrambled for Hogancamp.

Inevitably, his alter-ego doll is disabled by a Nazi beating, and the now-feted but still deeply ill artist creates a mini-Marwencol within Marwencol, complete with tiny jeep and figures one-sixth of the first town's one-sixth scale. What happens next? You can't help but wonder if Malmberg and Co. may have violated outsider art's version of Star Trek's "prime directive"—is Hogancamp self-consciously producing art now? Has he, or should he, retreat into his handmade world? And when's his next show?


“I came flying over in my P40 Warhawk, on fire, and saw a flat field
below and I crash-landed in it. And when I walked into town, there was
nobody there.” So begins Mark Hogancamp’s story of Marwencol, the
small-scale fictional Belgian town and oasis of peace in the midst of
the Second World War that he built in his backyard. In April 2000,
Hogancamp was attacked outside a bar and beaten into a coma. When he
awoke nine days later, he was brain-damaged, unable to walk, speak or
clearly remember his life before the beating. As something to occupy
his hands and head after the money for his state-supported physical
therapy ran out, Hogancamp began constructing and populating Marwencol,
taking pictures to record its turbulent history. The result is an
astonishing collection of photographs sometimes reminiscent of the best
World War II photojournalism. A photograph of a model jeep driven by
dolls is framed so perfectly it looks as though it were captured in
motion. A crowded bar named “Hogancamp’s Ruined Stocking Catfight Club”
looks at once seedy and inviting. Even pictures of the wartime dead are
realistically gory. Jeff Malmberg’s engrossing documentary examines
Hogancamp’s unique merging of art and therapy, including his fraught
decision whether or not to travel to New York City where an art gallery
wants to display his work. Marwencol has always survived its encounters
with the hated SS. Can it survive its discovery by the art world?

—Pamela Troy

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WOW! Just goes to show us that "Truth (really ) is stranger than fiction"!

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