To get extra grit for the pictures, Hogancamp would distress some of the dolls and miniature vehicles by dragging them on the road he lived on. The pictures connected to intricate and expansive backstories he created for all the residents of the town. Hogancamp had a good eye for poses and lighting, and he took impressive photos of Marwencol. Even the town was named after people - he called it Marwencol, combining his name, Mark, with the names of two women he knew, Wendy and Colleen. Hogancamp created an avatar for himself, and named characters after other people he knew. This miniature hamlet, populated by soldiers and citizens represented by Barbies and WWII dolls, looked like an occupied European village during World War II.
Hogancamp created a town in his backyard. The solution was simple, but not obvious. He needed a way to process what had happened. When he was released from the hospital over a month later, Hogancamp was a changed man. He was so badly injured that he was almost unrecognizable, and spent nine days in a coma. He had brain damage, which cost him most memories of his life before the attack. The violence inflicted on Hogancamp was severe. Hogencamp was actually dead for moments after the brutal beating, before being revived by paramedics. The men beat him because he was a cross-dresser, and his identity was nearly taken away by the attack.
In 2000, Mark Hogancamp (above) was killed by five men outside a bar in rural New York state. The most incredible thing about the film is that it is based on a remarkable true story - here’s the tale that inspired WELCOME TO MARWEN. He takes photos of the place, which he calls Marwen, as a way to process the sense of safety and memories he lost after the attack. In WELCOME TO MARWEN, opening on December 21, a man creates a whole community set during World War II after being beaten nearly to death. Therapy can be creative - like building a miniature town populated with dolls. Even exercise or cooking can work, as can any activity that provides a channel for thoughts and emotions. There’s a strange poetry to the moment a brief reflection on the vulnerability of the ageing Jackasses, something emphasised later in side-by-side shots of the older stunts and their recreations in Forever.Therapy takes many forms, from traditional conversation to intimately unconventional.
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In perhaps the clearest indication that the series is reaching the end of the road, director Jeff Tremaine notes the extent of Knoxville’s injuries in the aftermath of a particularly violent stunt, recreating a bit from the original cinematic outing, Jackass: The Movie. While there’s young, new blood for the slapstick sacrament - including Jasper Dolphin, one-time member of the hip-hop collective Odd Future - there’s something of an elegiac undertone to proceedings, as the film threads reminders of the crew’s age through various battle scars and missing teeth. Johnny Knoxville and co are getting older, after all. There’s no denying that Forever eases off the throttle slightly compared to its predecessors. The Jackass movies are as much a showcase of lifelong friendships as they are of bodily fluids and stupid dares. Some sketches start as one thing before changing into something else entirely, to the delight of the viewer and the horror of its participants. In the various non sequiturs and the collapse of the very rules they establish, as well as the camera-crew and director themselves getting caught up in the mayhem, subversions are built into the very structure of their comedy. Not that all of the jokes are of this exact nature: in fact, they’re incredibly versatile, mixing more straightforward laughs with elaborate, multi-layered set-pieces. There’s a particular acumen even in their everlasting mission to debase themselves, with paradoxically high-concept ideas for nut-shots as in the ‘Dum Dum Game’, a mock gameshow where contestants answer fourth-grade-level questions, under penalty of a spring-loaded flip-flop hitting them in the crotch. An MTV institution that shares as much DNA with early 2000s home-video fuckery as it does with the works of Buster Keaton, Jackass was and remains a surprisingly earnest dedication to the age-old cinematic tradition of the pratfall.
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