Slamdance 1: Lost and Found and Kevin Bacon
CHILDREN OF GOD: LOST AND FOUND(Slamdance)
A haunting, rigorous exploration of youth in exile -- for good reason -- from their families, from the communities that raised them, and saddest of all, from faith
Born in Brazil to members of the Children of God evangelical Christian cult, director/writer/interviewer) Noah Thompson -- one of eleven siblings - left at the age of 21. Several of his younger siblings have since followed. The story begins with begins with contrasting memories: disturbing, then horrifying news footage (c. 1990s) of the cult leader's exposure as a pedophile, and Thompson's own rigidly cheerful snapshots and home movies--despite the being raised in a regimented commune where fathers and mothers--young, attractive, fresh faced hippies-- went fishing, flirtily, for more followers, and nannies watched over the kids. When Thompson reminds his mother of the "flirty fishing," and that that he and other children had sex with some of those young-ish nannies, the voice on the other end of the line gets a little nervous. "I hope you're not going to make me look like a slut," she says.
Pity that mother for being drawn into an uncomfortable conversation with a camera and audiotape running. Maybe it was my imagination, but there seemed to be a great many people with her on the line, hoping to dissaude the filmmaker not from making the movie. Or maybe it was the audience's communal sorrow at Thompson's next remark: he was only trying to make some sense of his isolated/early-sexualized/accelerated childhood by speaking to other ex-Children of God who'd been raised as he was. What follows isn't a hit piece but a filmmaker's coming of age. As he locates his spiritual siblings - scattered now from Manhattan to Texas to Costa Rica to Brazil - he becomes a compelling figure before the camera, a compassionate listener with reluctant subjects who, paradoxically, seem to have been waiting all their lives to speak.
What they say is heartbreaking. "Look at how cute we were," remarks one young woman, who with her brother, suffered unspeakable treatment by the cult's leaders. "No wonder we got abused."
The cult once bended toward the rapey, criminal enterprise delusions of its leader--but the followers -- now calling themselves The Family International are now merely an isolationist religious cult.
HBO will be airing Children of God: Lost and Found "at a later date," according to the film's publicist.
This is one of those films that leaves you - in a word - stunned. Even if you know a few kids who grew up in really isolated religious groups. What to do afterward: weep or find a bar with a television showing the final minutes of the AFC Championships. Why not both? And this being my first time in Park City, I started down the hill on Main Street and ended up standing there on a Sunday night snowstorm, hearing the news that the New England Patriots had just been scored upon and would not be going to the Super Bowl, and this guy, skinny, good looking in an elfin, angular way, stops next to me and says, "Do the numbers on this street go up or down?"
Still reeling from the documentary, and being only a couple of days in town, I hadn't figured out that while the Main Street hill goes up, the street numbers go down. So I continue despairing (Patriots, cults, altitude), and shrug at this somehow familar looking man and say--like a total upspeaking cinematard: "I don't know. I'm hopeless. Down?"
I walk down the hill. The guy walks up the hill. And that's when I realize it: That man was Kevin Bacon.
One hour later I see him on CNN talking about SixDegrees.org a social networking site that raises money while matches people with others who care about the same charities.