By James Bowman on 5.18.06 @ 12:02AM
If you want to be the next Michael Moore, better not be so humorless.
The press materials for Kevin Keating's Giuliani Time
claim that the film "is certain to bust open the myth of Giuliani."
This, I'm afraid, is not true. The "myth" referred to -- namely
that Rudolph Giuliani was a good, even a great, mayor of New York
who thus has earned his shot at national office -- has long since
been burst for the only people likely to see the film, namely those
who already hate him. For those who actually believe in the
allegedly busted myth, however, there is nothing in it that could
possibly tempt them to watch this film. All it has to offer are
people -- Wayne Barrett of the Village Voice, Rudy Crew,
David Dinkins, John Hynes, Ed Koch, William Bratton, the Rev. Al
Sharpton et many al. -- who have been criticizing
Mr. Giuliani for at least a decade, all saying exactly what they
have said a thousand times before.
The few pro-Giuliani voices are drowned out or placed in a
context meant to suggest that they, too, support the film-maker's
view. Thus when Myron Magnet of the City Journal and the
Manhattan Institute says that, after Giuliani's reduction in the
welfare rolls, "nothing visible happened," it is taken as evidence
for the film's thesis that the poor, former welfare recipients,
were now just being kept out of sight. Generally speaking, Mr.
Keating's attempt to fight a lonely rearguard action against
welfare reform when even many of Mr. Giuliani's critics acknowledge
that it has been a huge success adds to the bizarre and cranky
quality of his film. When someone introducing him in a speech at
the Reagan Library describes Hizzoner as "a true heir of the Reagan
legacy," we may gather that this is meant to be no compliment in
Mr. Keating's eyes, but he himself seems to take it for
granted.
The film's trip down memory lane is also illustrated with shots
of what Mr. Keating obviously regards as the anti-Giuliani forces'
finest hours, namely scenes from rowdy and shrill street
demonstrations, especially those which took place after the Abner
Louima, Brooklyn Museum, and Amadou Diallo affairs. These scenes
suggest how small a segment of the potential audience this film was
meant to appeal to, as if the fact that demonstrators could
regularly be turned out who were prepared to call the mayor
"criminal" and "Nazi" and other vile names were self-evidently an
indication of his political and moral shortcomings rather than of
theirs.
Likewise, at one point we see the mayor saying that the police
officers involved in the Diallo shooting had had excellent service
records: "That's their background," he says. Then, without comment,
we cut to a hysterical demonstrator saying, "How can he say they're
excellent officers?" Are we meant to notice the misunderstanding
and misrepresentation of what Mr. Giuliani had said and thus either
the stupidity or the dishonesty of the demonstrator? I don't think
so. The unrelenting hostility of the film to its subject suggests,
rather, that we are meant to understand it the same way ourselves.
But anyone who doesn't already hate him and who wanders into this
film by mistake may find himself, as I did, thinking him more
attractive rather than less -- if not on account of the substance
of his views then on account of the unlovely, snarling quality of
so many of his detractors.
By contrast, he himself is often seen laughing and is obviously
a good sport, appearing in two different outlandish costumes, once
as a woman, once as a painted savage, in skits designed to make fun
of his own image as tough guy. Mr. Keating's documentary is so
lacking in humor or a sense of irony that it takes these satirical
sketches as yet more damning evidence that the former mayor is the
heartless wretch that everything else in the movie is designed to
reveal him as. Such humorlessness clearly differentiates Mr.
Keating from his model, Michael Moore. Like Mr. Moore's films,
Giuliani Time is meant to be seen and can be appreciated
only by those who already agree with the views expressed in it. It
attempts to build upon Mr. Moore's transformation of the
documentary into a circus-like entertainment -- except that it
forgets to be entertaining. Rudy Giuliani, should he actually have
ambitions for higher office, has nothing to fear from it.