Gates of Heaven
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Errol Morris
Johnson Family
Zella Graham
Joe Allen
Lucille Billingsley
Floyd Mcclure
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Documentary about people and their beloved pets and a pet cemetery in California that developers tear down.
Director
Errol Morris
Cast
Johnson Family
Zella Graham
Joe Allen
Lucille Billingsley
Floyd Mcclure
Florence Rasmussen
Scottie Harberts
Phil Harberts
Dan Harberts
Martin Hall
Mike Koewler
Howards Family
Ed Quye
Calvin Harberts
Bartrays Family
Crew
George Berndt
Lucy Bruell
Ned Burgess
George Csicsery
Suzanne Fenn
Tom Fleischman
Francis Frith
Brad Fuller
John Giannini
Dan Harberts
John Knoop
Jay Miracle
Errol Morris
Errol Morris
Errol Morris
Walter Saxer
Charles Laurence Silver
Dyanna Taylor
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Gates of Heaven
Often categorized by critics and reviewers as a documentary film, Gates of Heaven does not lend itself to easy categorization. For one thing, the movie doesn't conform to any of the standard techniques we expect from documentaries; there is no clear agenda or editorial context from the get-go, there is no narrator and you never hear Morris asking his interviewees questions. There is also nothing natural about the way Morris chooses to light and frame his interview subjects.
On the surface, Gates of Heaven has two stories to tell. The first one is about Floyd McClure, the owner of the Foothill Memorial Gardens pet cemetery near San Francisco. It was his lifelong dream to give deceased animals the sort of peaceful and pastoral resting place for his clients that is typical of human cemeteries. Unfortunately McClure went bankrupt, his property was rezoned for a housing project and the remains of the 450 pets buried there were relocated to another cemetery, the Bubbling Well Memorial Park in the Napa Valley, which was owned and operated by a father and his two sons. They occupy the second part of the story but bridging the two stories are interviews with McClure's business partner, pet owners who buried their animals at the Foothill Memorial Gardens, a renderer who is completely candid about collecting dead pets and reprocessing animal byproducts, and other people who have some connection to the pet cemetery business. The movie could be described as American Gothic and it has the same unsettling and hypnotic effect that you experience while looking through a collection of Diane Arbus photographs.
In an interview with Noel Murray for the A.V.Club, Morris described Gates of Heaven as "an excursion into some very odd dreamscapes, connected with some weird version of reality. From the beginning, I would always object when people would say, "It's the pet-cemetery movie." No, no, no, no! It's not about pet cemeteries. And the next question is always, "If it's not about pet cemeteries, what is it about?" Well, that's tricky! In essence, it embodies many of the ideas that are in every single film I've made. The obsession with language. Eye contact. An interest in accounts of subjective experience rather than objective reporting. The fundamental belief that if you scratch the surface of any person, you will find a world of the insane, very close to that surface."
Gates of Heaven continues to provoke mixed and unexpected reactions from viewers whenever it is shown. Some find it a static and uneventful talking-heads assemblage, others find moments of deadpan absurdity and high comedy in its stylized presentation and there are those who find it bleak, despairing but also quite moving. "I would call it hopeless," Morris stated in the A.V. Club interview. "There's a perverted hopelessness that runs through Gates of Heaven, and you have to wonder...hope for what? Life after death? Reunion with our loved ones? Hope for some kind of love, mortal or otherwise? For business success? For meaning? Hope for anything!"
Despite the fact that Morris continues to be identified as a documentary filmmaker (his 2003 feature, The Fog of War: Eleven Lessons from the Life of Robert S. McNamara, won the Oscar® for Best Documentary), his iconoclastic style separates him from the pack. In an interview with The Believer in April 2004, Morris stated, "I like to think that I have invented a different style of documentary. Maybe I'm not the best one to say it, it's better if others say it, but from Gates of Heaven on - and Gates of Heaven, in its own perverse way, was in my mind anti-verite in the sense of, let's imagine all of the stylistic requirements of verite and let's do the exact opposite; instead of being unobtrusive, let's be as obtrusive as possible. Put people right in front of the camera, looking directly into the lens or close to it. Light everything. Add reenacted material, or constructed material of one kind or another. The naïve idea is that because this is so much different than verite, that it's less truthful. But that's only because of the spurious claim that verite makes in the first place. Claims about truth-telling. But style doesn't guarantee truth. Godard is quoted as saying, "Film is truth at 24 frames a second.' I prefer, "Film is lies at 24 frames a second." At the same time, Morris doesn't completely dismiss any adherence to the documentary tradition. "There is a documentary element in my films, a very strong documentary element, but by documentary element, I mean an element that's out of control, that's not controlled by me. And that element is the words, the language that people use, what they say in an interview. They're not written, not rehearsed. It's spontaneous, extemporaneous material."
Although Gates of Heaven had its official premiere at the New York Film Festival in 1978, it didn't get a theatrical release in the city until 1980. And when it did, The New York Times reviewer wasn't duly impressed. Tom Buckley wrote, "Gates of Heaven is another cinema look at California grotesquerie that is rather self-consciously reminiscent of such novels as Evelyn Waugh's "The Loved One" and Nathanael West's "The Day of the Locust." What is missing is the mediation of an artistic sensibility...The film...makes its points in endless monologues that might better have provided a starting point. Everybody has a story to tell, it is said, but Gates of Heaven proves that not all of them are worth listening to, at least for an hour and a half."
Much more receptive was this review by Michael Corvino for Film Quarterly: "This documentary doesn't look like a documentary. Just the opposite. Gates of Heaven is beautifully filmed and edited, and composed almost entirely of long, intercut monologues that manage to hold your interest, that are compelling not because what is being said is so fascinating, or absorbing, or informative (it almost never is), but because it is being said at all, in the manner in which it is being said. People speak English but is an English so imprecise, so inexpressive, so mangled, as to have lost all meaning. One woman speaks of establishing a deep and meaningful relationship with her poodle. A young man talks about the anxiety, the fear involved in trying to find the right exit off the expressway - a real ontological ordeal! - and he sounds like Kierkegaard after a bad head injury....It's as though all the crazy argots of late twentieth-century American have congealed into one monstrous cake of fat, these people fry in their own conceptual habits. The movie-goer feels like he's occupying a listening post on the border of a foreign land inhabited by sad sacks and maniacs."
But the final word belongs to Roger Ebert who has remained a longtime fan of the movie and has included it in his Overlooked Film Festival in past years: "There are many invitations to laughter during this remarkable documentary, but what Gates of Heaven finally made me feel was an aching poignancy about its subjects. They say you can make a great documentary about almost anything, if only you see it well enough and truly, and this film proves it. Gates of Heaven, which has no connection with the unfortunate Heaven's Gate, is a documentary about pet cemeteries and their owners. It was filmed in Southern California, so of course we immediately anticipate a sardonic look at peuliarities of the Moonbeam State. But then Gates of Heaven grows ever so much more complicated and frightening, until at the end it is about such large issues as love, immortality, failure, and the dogged elusiveness of the American Dream....Gates of Heaven is so rich and thought-provoking, it achieves so much while seeming to strain so little, that it stays in your mind for tantalizing days."
Producer: Errol Morris
Director: Errol Morris
Cinematography: Ned Burgess
Music: Dan Harberts
Film Editing: Errol Morris
Cast: Floyd McClure, Mike Koewler, Cal Harberts, Dan Harberts, Phil Harberts, Scottie Harberts, Lucille Billingsley (as themselves).
C-85m.
by Jeff Stafford
SOURCES:
Errol Morris interview conducted by Noel Murray for the A.V.Club, September 14, 2005
Errol Morris interview with The Believer magazine, April 2004 (available at errolmorris.com)
Film Quarterly, review by Michael Corvina, 1980
The New York Times
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Morris' camera merely records the testimony of a number of people, all of which appear to welcome the idea of getting their stories out. They also place their full trust in the filmmaker in a way that has disappeared in the intervening years. We've all seen too many 60 Minutes ambushes and 'reality' manglings of interview material to trust what a filmmaker might do with our filmed testimony. We would rather be grilled on a witness stand by a high-priced lawyer than bare our souls for some hotshot documentarian to make fools of us 'out of context.'
The first section juxtaposes two entrepreneurs. One wheelchair-bound man defensively explains his motivations behind establishing the Foothill Pet Cemetery, a business that failed because, as he explains, he put 'heart' above 'money.' He goes on and on about the need for people to have a place to bury the pets that mean so much to them. No matter how silly his opinions about the significance of pets become, we know he's 100% sincere. When he alludes to a messy bankruptcy and even criminal proceedings, we can't help but feel that he's a nice fellow who's been made into a fall guy.
He's contrasted with the owner of a rendering factory, a self-acknowledged 'disgusting' business that recycles dead animals and livestock for tallow and whatever else can be gleaned. This guy dismisses the idea of burying animals with sentimental honors and talks entirely pragmatically about grabbing all the dead horses he can find, along with pets, circus animals, whatever. He assures us that horse owners call him right away, as rotting horses become rather unsightly in just a few hours!
The clash of these two attitudes doesn't need hyping; our incredulity soon gives way to realizations that are a lot more than just funny. This is heart versus commerce at the most basic level. These people talk right into the camera with a complete lack of guile. Morris shows his honesty by not editing his subjects or using camera tricks to show them up. If they seem foolish, it's only because they reveal their true natures, the stories they really want to tell.
The people who bury their pets are an odd lot of uncomplicated folk who probably seem shallow only because they aren't used to bearing their souls to a camera. We see a dog that yowls when prompted to please its master with 'singing.' But most of the adored pets are dead and seen only in photos and paintings cherished by the old ladies and couples who mourn them. Some people go to extremes to explain how human their dog or cat was, and it is pathetic to realize how the pets are used to fill emotional gaps, to compensate for loneliness. How could they just throw them into the trash when they die? One woman complains about the conspicuous wealth of another visitor to the pet cemetery. Another gives a long and heartbreaking talk that compares her ingrate of a son unfavorably with her late pet. It never left or took her money, as he does.
The testimony stresses how pets are more reliable than people as trustworthy and faithful companions. The man who lost the first cemetery would rather do without people at all, if he could manage. The sense of isolation expressed by these people is tragic.
Gates of Heaven turns more critical (or we turn more critical) when the Foothill Pet Cemetery is moved to a new location, to become the Bubbling Well Pet Memorial Park. It is the brainchild of an older man who blames birth control for the new investment in pets: With no kids, women need something to cuddle, you see. From the testimony of his clients and sons we discover that the new park is a going concern because it has been incorporated as some kind of tax-free church, a faith that extends God's grace to his four-legged creations. The man's sons are patronizingly smug about the park's services, from the idea of 'themed' parts of the cemetery to "free burials for police dogs - if killed in the line of duty". One son is an aimless rock musician who has found his calling in planting pets, and lives in a shack on the property. The other is an ex-insurance salesman with a hatefully self-serving opinion about everything. He talks from his poolside about the greater good to be found in pursuing the important things in life, like his new Mercedes car.
Somehow, through this simple format, Errol Morris' film seems to expand in its implications, to show us the imminent downfall of American culture...is the greater part of our society this devoid of values and cut off from meaningful human contact? Are businesses this venal? I certainly hope not.
MGM's DVD of Gates of Heaven is a bright and sharp transfer of a show that consists of mostly talking head medium shots, nicely framed and photographed. The audio is clear. There are no extras, only promos for other MGM docu- oriented DVDs.
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by Glenn Erickson
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Released in United States 1988
Released in United States on Video August 25, 1988
Released in United States September 1978
Released in United States Winter January 1, 1978
Shown at Munich Film Festival June 25-July 3, 1988.
Shown at New York Film Festival September 1978.
Released in United States 1988 (Shown at Munich Film Festival June 25-July 3, 1988.)
Released in United States Winter January 1, 1978
Released in United States on Video August 25, 1988
Released in United States September 1978 (Shown at New York Film Festival September 1978.)