Director: Leah Shore
This one was interesting. The animation was manic, and I found it very reminiscent of the offerings on MTV’s Liquid Television in the early 90s. The only sound is the over-the-phone ravings of Manson to author Marlin Marynick. Heard on the recording is a faint and constant click, adding a sort of mechanical heartbeat threading the entire film.
The animation jumps, skips, flashes, morphs and twitches violently in an attempt to keep up with the incoherent rambling of a psychopath who’s nearly 80 years old and just as devoid of remorse as ever. Manson is often described as charming or persuasive in popular culture. He’s portrayals in fiction, non-fiction, true crime dramas, documentaries, art and music range from misunderstood counter-culture revolutionary to the embodiment of evil.
With nothing but his own words to draw from I think this was a much more honest presentation of the man. He’s nothing more than a disturbed, violent, and (people seem to forget) racist old man–deeply paranoid and profoundly deluded into believing himself to be the embodiment of grace and freedom as well as evil. Leah Shore stripped all of our cultural projection away and simply interpreted his words with images based on what he was saying, not who we think or what he’d like us to think he might be.