Showing posts with label Joe Berlinger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joe Berlinger. Show all posts

Friday, September 27, 2013

In Joe Berlinger's HANK: 5 YEARS FROM THE BRINK, Mr. Paulson tells his side of the meltdown


With so very much to view out there in Netflix streaming-land, TrustMovies is not sure he'd have watched HANK: 5 YEARS FROM THE BRINK -- the story of how Hank Paulson helped this country and the world avoid a complete financial meltdown -- were it not that its filmmaker is Joe Berlinger, the guy who gave us the Paradise Lost trilogy, Crude, and other worthwhile documentaries. TM is glad he did because -- even after all the many documentaries and docu-dramas that have tackled one or another aspect of this hugely harmful fiasco, from the Cockburns' American Casino to Chasing Madoff -- this one remains of interest, worth seeing and hearing (yes, it's mostly talking heads again) as much for the fact that it seems to sink its own protagonist and torpedo his scenario as anything else.

Mr. Berlinger, shown at left, appears to be investigating here only his subject's side of the story, allowing the much (depending on which camp you occupy) reviled or loved Mr. Paulson to explain, with occasional questions from the filmmaker, what happened and why. Paulson's wife Wendy is also on hand to explain and second some of this banker/administrator's ideas and actions, as well as his "character." Wendy, shown below, is impressive as a no-nonsense woman who has stood by her man for decades now.

We learn more about Paulson here than we have elsewhere, though there is no mention of his religion -- Christian Science, again! -- and how it might have affected his ideas and actions (and believe me, as an ex-Christian Scientist, this odd religion surely does). We get some history -- how he and Wendy met and did not, initially, hit it off; his first "bailout," of Lockheed, back in the 70s; his work in and with the Nixon administration; and his tenure at Goldman Sachs, which led eventualy to his job as CEO; and his appointment by George W. Bush (who asked several times before Paulson agreed: evidently his family members were not that keen on the activities of the Bush administration) as Secretary of the Treasury.

Of course, it's the story of the meltdown -- how it happened and who did what (or often didn't) -- that is most "grabbing" here, and though we've heard it before, notably well in the cable TV movie Too Big to Fail, Paulson's story still rivets. I wish Berlinger had been more forceful in finding out why Bear Stearns was "rescued" while Lehman Brothers was allowed to collapse. (Could Richard Fuld really be that big an asshole, or was Lehman Brothers simply small enough to fail?)

While Paulson pays lip-service to the need for better regulation of the banks and Wall Street, somehow this is all it ever sounds like: more tiresome blather, too-little-too-late. This co-joined industry, as we have learned and still learn daily from information that continues to leak out of this soiled sieve, is rotten to the core -- just as are the would be regulators who "service" it instead of regulating it, and the agencies that "rate" its trash as triple A.

The section on those famous loan carriers Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae and whether they are indeed part of the government or not, is fascinating and necessary to consider, while Paulson's talk of how the Domino Theory of failing banks (and shadow banks) should instead be thought of as a Popcorn Theory makes little sense and in any case is not explained well at all. And why include such a lengthy discussion of a cashmere coat Paulson once bought at Bergdorf's (and then returned, upon some nagging from Wendy) unless one is dead set on proving what a thrifty and non-material-possessions-loving family this is?

We sense an anger in Paulson (below) regarding the hypocrisy of these CEOs, none of whom at the time of the crisis and their acceptance of a government bail-out like TARP wanted to admit that their firm was in trouble. But when Paulson make a statement like "People generally believe that Ben Bernanke, Timothy Geithner (shown above) and I tell the truth," one is a bit taken aback. By not telling the whole truth but only using selective portions, Paulson and that whole gang were more part of the problem than any solution. Yet he needs to see himself as some kind of savior. (He also completely ignores what Goldman Sachs was doing in derivatives when he was in charge of it and how much money he walked away with during those years.)

The man certainly has some fine qualities, and he finally comes across as a relatively decent guy in the service of much worse men. What should make you particularly angry at this movie is how Paulson manages to side-step so well. "We will always have financial crises, no matter what the regulatory system is," he insists. Oh, Please. Let's put some real regulations back first, and then talk about it. He tells us that he left a blueprint for regulation of the industry. Lovely -- but what is it, exactly, and is anyone acting on it?

Available now via Netflix streaming, Hank: 5 Years from the Brink is a good movie to get your blood pressure back up while taking yet another walk down an all-too-recent and ugly memory lane. I suspect Berlinger has somehow acted here as a stealth agent, allowing Paulson and crew to "explain" themselves and then compiling and editing it all their "innocence" into something a little less than benign.

None of the photos above are from the film itself. 
I couldn't find any (the movie is not being given 
much of a marketing push), and so I
just grabbed a few off the internet....

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Amy Berg's WEST OF MEMPHIS gives us the still-unfolding story of the West Memphis 3

Though I can find no mention of Joe Berlinger and his Paradise Lost trilogy in the press materials for the new and latest film about the now-famous West Memphis Three and one of the most shocking, despicable and deliberate miscarriages of justice this fairly-wallowing-in-them country has seen -- and this takes place in the American South, where that wallowing takes on near-mythical proportions -- I must begin my review of Amy Berg's brilliant new documentary, WEST OF MEMPHIS, by simply acknowledging the debt that I believe she owes -- whether she has seen his films or not -- to Mr. Berlinger's trilogy: the award-winning Paradise Lost: The Child Murders at Robin Hood Hills (1996); Paradise Lost 2: Revelations (2000); and Paradise Lost: Purgatory (2011).

It was, after all, these three documentaries that helped get national -- hell, worldwide -- attention focused on this case and thus turned the West Memphis Three into a genuine and necessary cause celebre. However, Berlinger's threesome runs a total of 401 minutes -- nearly seven hours -- and also runs, it must be said, a bit downhill overall. Ms Berg's contribution (the filmmaker is shown at right) totals but 146 minutes (or around two and one-half hours) yet packs in just about everything we need to know and is suspenseful, shocking, exciting, frustrating and a whole lot more. That she is the better filmmaker, I have no doubt (see her earlier doc, Deliver Us From Evil, should verification be needed), though Berlinger (who has also made Crude and Metallica: Some Kind of Monster) is certainly no piker in the documentary game.

Even though I knew most of the WM3's story from those earlier films, because of Ms Berg's choice of what to show and how to put it together, along with some new evidence gathered, thanks to her producers (see below), I found myself fascinated all over again.

Briefly, the story goes like this: The bodies of three murdered, elementary school-age boys were found in a creek in West Memphis, Arkansas, in 1993. Almost immediately the local police arrested three teenagers (shown below) and started the prosecution of them -- based on "evidence," it turns out, that is not even up to the level of the word "flimsy." Yet the following year the three are convicted of murder, with one boy sentenced to death, another to life imprisonment and a third to a long prison term.

The co-producers (with Ms Berg) of this film may come as a surprise to some viewers: Fran Walsh and Peter Jackson of the Tolkien Ring cycle and the current Hobbit movie, along with many others. Their involvement and participation here is much more than mere movie celebrity stuff. The pair actually funded the WM3's defense investigation anonymously, which led to new evidence being uncovered, and were responsible for bringing Ms Berg aboard to make her movie, once that important evidence was found "not compelling" by the no-account judge who had presided over the original -- and laughable, were not so many innocent lives involved -- WM3 trial.

All this and so much more is laid out and laid bare in this model documentary: the marriage of the former high-schooler who is now a man, Damien Echols (below), who is to be executed for the murders; new suspects cropping us, one of which would appear to be the real murderer and yet is walking around a free man; the involvement of the Arkansas Supreme Court; and a final -- one hopes it is not the final -- twist that should set your teeth on permanent edge.

Nearly 50 real-life characters appear during the course of this docu-mentary, and damned if nearly all of them don't register strongly enough to be memorable in ways either noble or nasty (sometimes both). How you'll feel at the end of it all may produce a heady effect: angry, elated, spent. Ms Berg puts you through some heavy-duty paces that demand your consistent attention. The result is more than worth the effort. How this film was left off the "Oscar" shortlist (along with The Central Park Five -- another excellent film about a grievous injustice here in New York City) is one of those mysteries only the Academy could understand or countenance.

For myself, the gut feeling is dual: one one hand, to appreciate and mimic the motto that sits on the desk of Damien Echols' defense attorney: "Never, never, never give up"; on the other to avoid Arkansas at all costs -- at least until its citizens can do something about the uber-sleazy police, politicians and judges involved here. Work on that project may be underway as I write this - which is one reason, I suspect, that the filmmaker herself calls the film and its shocking tale "unfinished."

According to the press notes, Berg and her crew will continue to work with the defense and will update the film, pending the results of on-going investigative work. (Perhaps this alone makes the movie ineligible for "Oscar" consideration. Well then, fine: Awards are puny compared to the work and the results shown here.) So stay tuned, I guess, but first see this genuinely staggering movie by a very able, activist documentarian.

West of Memphis, from Sony Pictures Classics, opens Christmas Day 2012 in New York (Angelika Film Center and the Elinor Bunin Munroe Film Center) and the Los Angeles area (Sundance Sunset Cinemas, and Laemmle's Playhouse 7 and Monica Four-plex). Starting in 2013, the film will make its way around the country. Click here and scroll down to see all currently scheduled theaters, cities and dates. If even 1/100th of the audience that made Walsh and Jackson's Tolkein movies such hits turn out for this one, it will have the boffo success it so deserves.