Frankly, I worked as a talent scout for a very well-known Beverly Hills theatrical agent way back in the late 1970's, looking for new star material performing in local plays and comedy houses, anywhere from Redondo Beach to Bakersfield.
Shane Ballard was born in 1981 and died in 2004. So young when this was produced in 2003. But he already had THAT quality.
John Candy, John Goodman, Robbie Coltrane... Shane Ballard.
In one way, you could look at this entire documentary as a screen test. The film works for one reason and one reason alone - It's all Shane.
On another level, the documentary is an understated and therefore incredibly affecting portrait of the United Backbroken-States of America.
The 'War on Drugs' has been a farce from beginning to end, as Shane intuitively realized, seeing small-town law enforcement corruption up close, in his face -- extremely personal, with the murder of his mother by a DEA informer who had 'diplomatic immunity'. The fact that bigger government entities are involved is off the radar screen for most people.
Shane's comment in the last scene shows him wondering at the fact he wasn't knocked off before Voting Day - "People in this county have been killed for much, much less." Strangely enough, other reviewers here assume he committed suicide, as they seem to accept the coincidental detail that the director of the documentary, Mr. Ron Tibbett, died about the same time in a car accident.
Excuse me, this is small-town Mississippi. Things haven't really changed much since "In The Heat of the Night," for those who get their feel for reality from the movies. Actually I was doing some research in rural Missouri in 2006, and I discovered the Ku Klux Klan is alive and well, though little talked about. Even when a black man who had moved into a white neighborhood had his mailbox blown up by a bomb. Missouri isn't Mississipi - or is there really any difference now? West Coast/East Coast/Middle America... "The Homeland", as we call it now. Right.
Charles Manson is the co-star of "Citizen Shane". Like the other big-name criminals who fascinated Shane, including Hitler, all these very vocal social deviants are like the canaries who sing their hearts out because the atmosphere around them is so toxic. IMHO.
Charlie was a lot more highly thought of in Hollywood/Hollyweird than recent rewritten history would have us believe. The title of the hit series wasn't "Charlie's Angels" for nothing.
Of course, the drug-culture-business in the television/film industry only merits a 'shocked' news story every decade or so, and then all the major players meander back under their rocks. Others, like O.J. Simpson, and like Charles Manson, play the fall guy... Watch the Big Bad Wolf, thanks to script writers in the LAPD. Join the chase. Draw the wrong card? Go to jail.
People love a public lynching, and they don't bother connect the dots at the crime scene.
Shane, we hardly knew you. But you knew us. Peace.
Shane Ballard was born in 1981 and died in 2004. So young when this was produced in 2003. But he already had THAT quality.
John Candy, John Goodman, Robbie Coltrane... Shane Ballard.
In one way, you could look at this entire documentary as a screen test. The film works for one reason and one reason alone - It's all Shane.
On another level, the documentary is an understated and therefore incredibly affecting portrait of the United Backbroken-States of America.
The 'War on Drugs' has been a farce from beginning to end, as Shane intuitively realized, seeing small-town law enforcement corruption up close, in his face -- extremely personal, with the murder of his mother by a DEA informer who had 'diplomatic immunity'. The fact that bigger government entities are involved is off the radar screen for most people.
Shane's comment in the last scene shows him wondering at the fact he wasn't knocked off before Voting Day - "People in this county have been killed for much, much less." Strangely enough, other reviewers here assume he committed suicide, as they seem to accept the coincidental detail that the director of the documentary, Mr. Ron Tibbett, died about the same time in a car accident.
Excuse me, this is small-town Mississippi. Things haven't really changed much since "In The Heat of the Night," for those who get their feel for reality from the movies. Actually I was doing some research in rural Missouri in 2006, and I discovered the Ku Klux Klan is alive and well, though little talked about. Even when a black man who had moved into a white neighborhood had his mailbox blown up by a bomb. Missouri isn't Mississipi - or is there really any difference now? West Coast/East Coast/Middle America... "The Homeland", as we call it now. Right.
Charles Manson is the co-star of "Citizen Shane". Like the other big-name criminals who fascinated Shane, including Hitler, all these very vocal social deviants are like the canaries who sing their hearts out because the atmosphere around them is so toxic. IMHO.
Charlie was a lot more highly thought of in Hollywood/Hollyweird than recent rewritten history would have us believe. The title of the hit series wasn't "Charlie's Angels" for nothing.
Of course, the drug-culture-business in the television/film industry only merits a 'shocked' news story every decade or so, and then all the major players meander back under their rocks. Others, like O.J. Simpson, and like Charles Manson, play the fall guy... Watch the Big Bad Wolf, thanks to script writers in the LAPD. Join the chase. Draw the wrong card? Go to jail.
People love a public lynching, and they don't bother connect the dots at the crime scene.
Shane, we hardly knew you. But you knew us. Peace.
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