Errol Morris's First Person

I've been out of town; hence no posts for a few days. Because my flights were relatively short, I took along Errol Morris's First Person series, figuring it would be easier to get through a few half-hour episodes than to try to watch a feature-length doc bit-by-bit.

Morris is one of my favourite filmmakers, largely on the strength of The Fog of War, his biographical film about Robert McNamara, the Vietnam-War-era U.S. Secretary of Defense. That film is essentially a 100-minute interview with McNamara, cut with a mix of archival footage and whimsical images created by Morris. The interview is a dance between McNamara and Morris, who is occasionally heard off-camera, asking a question or challenging McNamara's answer. To me, The Fog of War is one of the great examples of the art of the interview.

First Person ran on the U.S. Bravo channel for 17 episodes around 2000-01, presumably while Morris was between Mr. Death and Fog of War. It's a series of interviews, conducted and shot in the signature Morris style, using his Interrotron contraption, a floating camera, and lots of jump cuts, as well as the requisite Morrissian illustrative shots and archival images. Judging by the four episodes I watched, it's a great example of a doc filmmaker parlaying his creative success into a money-making venture that keeps the rent paid and a few people employed. Occasionally, it reaches a level of deep weirdness that encourages second viewing, but as in most series, the formula usually takes precedence over the subject.

Of the episodes I watched, by far the strangest was Sondra London, a serial dater of serial killers. Morris's camera lingers over her creepy face as she talks lovingly of her jailed paramour-du-jour, known elsewhere as the Gainsville Ripper. We don't learn much here, but watching this woman is a deeply voyeuristic experience. She's a profoundly disturbed nutbar, but how can you not put her on TV?

Another episode engages us on a higher plane. Clyde Roper is a marine biologist who's on a lifelong quest to find and study the semi-mythical giant squid. He's a great storyteller and a serious scientist, as well a charming eccentric - the kind of scientist who performs well on CBC Radio's Quirks and Quarks. He also sounds like he could have been an alternate for Morris's Fast, Cheap and Out of Control, and perhaps he was. He and Morris clearly have a rapport, and you get the feeling he could easily carry a full-length doc.

I don't have much to say about the other two episodes I watched - famed autistic animal-behaviour expert Temple Grandin, and grandstanding lawyer Andrew Cappocia. In both cases, the show feels formulaic - the former because I just don't find Grandin especially compelling (though the shots of Grandin getting into her, um... hug machine certainly add some weirdness), the latter because the guy's a big self-promoter who doesn't back up his claims and delivers nothing but schtick (turns out, he ended up going to jail).

So, in the end, does the series work? Yes and no. It's a diverting way to spend a half-hour, and Morris's schtick is certainly a lot better than most. His well-practiced tricks - both his interviewing style and his use of images - work pretty well. But I can't help but feel that the series doesn't quite rise above radio with pictures.