The slam poetry movement: return to verse's classical roots as an improvisational,
often competitive oral art form or barbarians at the gate of high art? Either way,
Paul Devlin's hugely entertaining documentary should provide plenty of fodder for
your next literary coffee klatch, whether it takes place over double espressos at
Little City or Food Club Instant at your construction site. Using many of the shooting
and editing techniques he perfected while shooting extreme sports events for ESPN2,
Devlin pushes the pace throughout, mixing the hottest moments from live performances
with striking declarations gleaned from interviews with the mostly young, passionately
opinionated participants. One undisputed fact is that slams are an audience-driven
form, in which showmanship and raw charisma count at least as much as the absolute
artistic merit of the poets' hyper-adrenal three-minute presentations. This leads
to an obvious tension between the high-minded ideals of the movement's founder, Marc
Smith, and the poets themselves, who've been forced to adapt their presentations
to the ultra-competitive, maddeningly arbitrary judging format. What I found interesting
was the poets' differing approaches to this basic quandary. For example, Providence's
Taylor Mali is a Neil LaBute character waiting to happen: a WASPishly handsome, unabashedly
non-PC hardball player who establishes an interesting tension between his rather
jaded worldview and the undeniable passion and clarity of his words. Meanwhile, Team
Austin (Wammo, Danny Solis, Hilary Thomas, and Phil West), who are represented in
two high-energy performances, wow their audiences with manic velocity and clockwork
coordination. Then there's New York's Saul Williams (also the star of another movie
called Slam), whose style is an intriguing fusion of hip-hop rhythms with Gil Scott-Heronesque
lyrical sorties. Others who get (and richly deserve) a lot of screen time are Patricia
Smith, a Boston journalist/slam goddess whose unfortunate claim to mass fame is getting
caught fictionalizing her news features, and New Yorker Beau Sia, an Asian-American
dynamo whose jet-fueled rants draw some of the strongest responses of all. SlamNation
(which also screened during last year's SXSW Film Festival) runs a tad long at 91
minutes, and many of the performances are repeated. However, this seems to be a conscious
decision by Devlin to emphasize the surprisingly grueling nature of the multi-round
elimination slam "tournament" the story is built around. Like Rob Bindler's
Hands on a Hard Body, this is a movie you can enjoy whether or not you have any personal
investment in the specific cultural milieu it portrays. It's a film that, with a
refreshing dearth of highbrow pretense, raises serious questions about the role of
art in our daily lives and suggests pretty convincingly that the answer is in our
hands.
--Russell Smith
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SlamNation 
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Slam Nation: The Sport of Spoken Word 
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