Zwigoff proves Crumb does pay
Sunday 02 July 1995
Terry Zwigoff's film covers all of Crumb's art and delves into every cranny of his dark psyche. Early on, as Crumb settles down to one of his detailed, cross-hatched drawings, with a record on the gramophone, you could be forgiven for thinking him to be a man as quaint and breezy as the vintage jazz tunes he works to. His pebble glasses and shrugging demeanour mark him out as a bewildered nerd. Only the rakish tilt of his hat and the amused sneer so many of his sentences curl into, give the game away. And, of course, the drawings themselves. Fritz the Cat, the "Keep On Truckin' " logo, and the album cover for Janis Joplin's Cheap Thrills are the bright end of Crumb's spectrum. His heartland is a stranger, sicker place, stalked by women with outsize backsides, ape-like heads, or no head at all. Anything goes: in one strip, parents, after incest with their children, conclude: "Gee, we should spend more time with the kids."
Zwigoff never takes sides, allowing Crumb's admirers and detractors equal time. Putting a bullish case for the defence, the critic Robert Hughes describes Crumb as "the Brueghel of the 20th century". Hughes enlists the heavy battalion, blasting Crumb-sceptics with the artistic canon. If Crumb's art is repulsive, then it has Goya's monstrosity. If Crumb uses his comics to masturbate to, well, that was a penchant of Picasso, too. Crumb'sopponents argue there comes a point where his scathing satire slips into pornographic celebration. Crumb not only reveals, but revels in the dark underbelly of the 1950s American conformism with which he grew up. Crumb's second wife - a cartoonist infected with her husband's sardonic drawl - reckons Crumb's art is all id. The viewer is left wondering whether true art is quite so unmediated, so pure.
The most perceptive talking head is a former girlfriend of Crumb's, and a self-styled "career pornographer". This statuesque blonde, creator of, among others, Big Butt magazine, confesses she felt "destined for" pornography, as though she were talking of being headed for accountancy. As well as revealing Crumb's esoteric sexual preferences (piggyback rides) and his penis size (spectacular), she expounds upon the pathology behind his shoe fetishism. Men who focus on women's legs as objects of sexual attraction, she reveals, often subconsciously crave the security of clinging on to their mother's coat-tails. It sounds hokey, but fits Crumb's neuroses like a silk stocking. The film is generally more illuminating about the sources of Crumb's art than its merits.
The key to Crumb's disordered universe lies in his family. His father was a fiercely conventional ex-naval officer who wrote manuals on "Training People Effectively", while trying to bully and beat his children into shape. His mother, an ex-amphetamine addict, lives in the Philadelphia house where Crumb grew up. Crumb's older brother, Charles, a gentle wreck of a man, in boyhood a hugely gifted cartoonist, also resided there at the time the film was being made (while it was being edited, he committed suicide), subsisting on a diet of tranquillisers and Victorian literature. Charles Crumb was the star by which Robert set his illustrious career and he is the star of the film. With Charles, Robert shared a compulsion to draw, and a deep sense of the absurdity of human life. There is something oddly noble about Charles. Sitting cross-legged in his squalid room, his large face sad but dignified, he reminisces and jokes ruefully about his father. You realise that all his humour, and Robert's, is a kind of chuckling in the ruins - of family and of American culture.
In comparing Robert and Charles, and their younger brother Maxon, who has convictions for molestation, we learn about the thin partition between creativity and craziness. Robert recalls entering with Charles, as boys, something called "The Famous Artists Talent Test". Robert soberly completed the drawing exercises; Charles's entry - which we see - is glossed with brilliantly outrageous erotica. "He was pretty far gone at that point, already," Robert laughs. It is a revealing remark: it may, per- versely, have been Robert's restraint that made him the artist, and Charles's licence that doomed him. For all his compulsion and obsession, there is a self- discipline in Robert. Watching him teach his son to draw, we see the steeliness of his observation, and his awareness of the tricks by which artists present the illusion of reality. Charles had the greater gift; it was Robert's crumb of self-awareness that made him Crumb.
There are times in Crumb when its subjects' self-revelation is unsettling. Charles's suicide, though it was the culmination of several attempts, suggests that the Crumbs' self-disgust may have been better held in check by drawing or reclusiveness than movie stardom. But Zwigoff's film rarely feels exploitative, and the fascination of Crumb and his family should not disguise the director's skill and sensitivity in marshalling his material.
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Cinema details: Review, page 82.
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