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Renowned documentarian Frederick Wiseman turns his observational camera on The Spring, a Florida shelter for battered women and children. For one-hundred and ninety-six minutes, Wiseman profiles the women and children that have been victim to domestic violence, showing them endure therapeutic, thoughtful lectures and learn from the tireless social workers employed at The Spring that their sanctuary has been found. Written by
"This is where the violence stops and the healing begins"
Documentarian Frederick Wiseman, who is often credited for his "observational" style of documentary filmmaking that also caters to the style of "cinéma vérité," has made the bulk of his five-decade long career as a filmmaker about exploring institutions that are not fundamentally meeting the needs of those who rely on them. He has focused on a mental hospital that shames and instigates rather than consoles and heals, public housing projects that neglect rather than supply, and several others, in addition to profiling the every-day events at local hospitals and those who serve the mentally handicapped.
With Domestic Violence, he unsurprisingly makes another masterful documentary, but this time, one that focuses on the empathy and the competence of an institution rather than its deep-rooted problems. We are taken inside The Spring, a Florida shelter for battered women and children. The Spring has been working around the clock to provide women with a home, meals, and opportunities for employment and their children with opportunities to learn, play, and rest easy at night after being taken out of their homes where violence often ensues. For one-hundred and ninety-six minutes, Wiseman intimately focuses on several different women, children, and the social workers employed at The Spring.
We begin by seeing some exterior shots of Florida, before following police on several different domestic abuse calls to different places of residency, all of which bring up The Spring and its benefits to women who have been exposed to needless cruelty. One of the most heartwrenching scenes of the entire film comes early on, as we see a woman soaked in her own blood after being punched so hard in the face, her teeth have cut the better half of her mouth. It isn't until the woman begins to regain some awareness that she realizes her shoulder is in extreme pain, as she wails in agony from being lifted on a gurney and taken inside an ambulance. Such an image can never be forgotten, like much of Wiseman's film, and such real, haunting images have likely never been committed to film quite like that.
After about twenty minutes of that, we are taken inside The Spring, where we will spend the next three hours of the film, watching social workers patiently extract information from female victims of domestic violence, some of whom are quiet, some are entirely cooperative, others can barely contain their emotions to illustrate what their problems are. We sit in like another patient on numerous lectures on domestic violence, roundtable discussions between staff, and meetings with the women, who we see grow more confident towards the end of the documentary and more aware of why domestic abuse, physically and sexually, occurs in the home. Wiseman structures the documentary sort of like how a patient would experience these events in real life. It begins with a house-call, it is remedied by numerous lectures and a meticulous healing process, before having the entire experience concluded by finding a job and a place of employment.
Wiseman doesn't neglect footage of the additional victims to domestic abuse, which are children, often young, some born with disabilities because of abuse from the male party while their mother was pregnant. We see kids sit in classrooms, trying to learn, with the youngest children drawing pictures of their worst memory they can think of that ever occurred in their home. One child apparently draws a picture of him and his sister being beaten bloody by an extension cord, while another draws a picture of her parents arguing over bills while storm clouds rain flowers over their head, providing a glimmering of hope in an ugly, senseless situation. Stuff like this is stranger, much more affecting than fiction.
Women are put in so many tight places when abused that their best option doesn't even seem like enough, which is obtaining an injunction against the abusing party, which acts as a restraining order. Even then, the women just want to find some solace, but thankfully, due to the competence and tireless work of numerous social workers, many of whom have perhaps been through this ordeal before, they have found a temporary home. A staff-orchestrated tour of The Spring for elderly women provides all one needs to know about The Spring in about ten minutes. It goes through how people obtain admission into The Spring, the people they deal with, and the process that usually unfolds after the police are called to handle a domestic violence situation. A rough description of one of the many hardships an abused woman must face, the staff worker tells the group of ladies, is gathering her belongings in the limited time of about five minutes. What does she take? Wedding albums? Photos? You need to grab your important documents and multiple forms of identification, but don't forget your bank-book and your check register. What if you have kids? They need vitamins, clothes, maybe some stuffed animals, and their own items. Do you bring food? Do you bring multiple pairs of different clothing? How long are you going to stay there? Where did I leave that extra money? So many questions and the clock keeps ticking.
Frederick Wiseman's Domestic Violence is one of the scariest films I've seen all year, and it's not even a horror film. It's probably the worst kind of film for a topic about this - a documentary. It's a factual account of the terrifying, abusive situations women are put through with no justification whatsoever. There is light at the end of the tunnel, however. Through numerous scenes depicting empathetic relief and true understanding, Wiseman quietly hints that those in The Spring are getting the help they need and deserve and that with more awareness in the way of domestic violence, people are seeking outlets to cope. Like the social worker explains on the tour, "this is where the violence stops and the healing begins."
Directed by: Frederick Wiseman.
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