Picks and Pans Review: Blood in the Face
This documentary lifts a rock, revealing the growing white supremacist movement in the U.S., and the bugs underneath don't even have the sense to scum out of sight. They just stand and deliver their benighted venom.
The focus is on a 1986 Michigan conclave of the Aryan Nation, a small splinter group. There is footage of George Lincoln Rockwell, who founded the American Nazi Party in the '50s, and of David Duke. There are also snippets from various propaganda videos. The white supremacists weave a remarkable fabric of arcane lingo, virulent hatred, persecution complexes and crackpot convictions: for instance, that thousands of specially trained Mongolians are massing in the Yucatan; that Jerry Falwell is a Jew: that the Holocaust never happened. (The title of the documentary, released theatrically last year, comes from the neo-Nazis off-slated tenet that a distinguishing characteristic of the chosen white race is that only they are able to blush.)
The filmmakers present these poor souls with a simple ironic distance that makes the hobgoblins of their little minds seem as silly as they are lightening.