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‘Evocateur: The Morton Downey Jr. Movie,’ movie review
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NEW YORK DAILY NEWS
Published: Thursday, June 6, 2013, 2:36 PM
Updated: Thursday, June 6, 2013, 3:45 PM
Morton Downey Jr. in ‘Evocateur: The Morton Downey Jr. Movie’
‘EVOCATEUR: THE MORTON DOWNEY JR. MOVIE’ — 3 stars
Documentary about late talk show host Morton Downey Jr. (1:30). R. Quad.
Funny how firebrands can become footnotes. In the late 1980s, Morton Downey Jr., frustrated musician and son of a semi-famous singer, followed the airwaves first to Secaucus’ WWOR, then to national syndication. His shtick was outrage and, later, shock. Downey helped beget the shout-filled TV culture that now will never die.
Downey died of lung cancer in 2001, and this punchy, enjoyably slanted chronicle of the troubled man, his times and his mission includes fans and fellow media fixtures (Richard Bey, Pat Buchanan). As a look at how we got from there to here, “Evocateur” is one for the time capsule.http://www.nypost.com/p/entertainment/m ... 74ypTBDoIK
Morton Downey Jr. booms back in 'Évocateur'
By KYLE SMITH
Last Updated: 10:32 AM, June 7, 2013
Posted: 9:55 PM, June 6, 2013
Évocateur: The Morton Downey Jr. Movie
The mouth that roared. Running time: 89 minutes. Rated R (profanity, disturbing images). At the Quad, 34 W. 13 St.
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The low-budget doc “Évocateur: The Morton Downey Jr. Movie” is a frank and worthy look at the trashy demagogue who ruled the airwaves in a spectacular, and spectacularly brief, two-year run. But this material cries out for big-budget treatment by a real master like Paul Thomas Anderson or Martin Scorsese.
Downey, the son of a famous Irish tenor who was once featured on the cover of Time magazine, was himself a failed singer and friend and neighbor to the Kennedys who built up a radio career, then, in 1987, exploded onto TV with a populist talk show in which he would berate his guests using favored words like “slime” and “puke.” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sw0cbBQrnDk
Often, he would deliver his comments with his nose located 2 inches from his guest’s, in a voice loud enough to be heard outside the studio. Channel 9 aired the show in prime time, and it was syndicated nationally. “He could have been a serial killer,” says one observer, with deep respect.
But guests and advertisers eventually fled, and Downey guessed wrong on the case of Tawana Brawley, the Wappingers Falls, NY, teen who staged a fake racist attack on herself. Together with Al Sharpton, Downey defended her incessantly until the case fell apart. He himself pretended to be attacked by Nazis. Then the cigarettes he so arrogantly smoked on air began to catch up to him.
It’s a fascinating look at an almost frighteningly charismatic figure, and interviews with producers and guests such as Alan Dershowitz provide a fair portrait of a man who turned into a caricature of himself. Don’t miss the closing credits: A suitably trashy (and funny) spoof of “The Rocky Horror Picture Show.”http://www.metro.us/newyork/entertainme ... -jr-movie/
By Matt PriggePublished: June 5, 2013
Morton Downey Jr. shone bright, but burned out quickly as ‘Evocateur’
Morton Downey Jr. unleashes unchecked outrage in the documentary "Evocateur."
Credit: Magnolia Pictures
‘Evocateur: The Morton Downey Jr. Movie’
Directors: Seth Miller, Daniel A. Miller and Jeremy Newberger
4 (out of 5) Globes
It was almost too good (or bad) to be true: For a comically short time (i.e., less than two years), “The Morton Downey Jr. Show” burned bright as the most controversial program on late ‘80s television. Its host, a pursed-lip gargoyle who plowed through four packs a day, brought classy guests onto his skuzzy, low-rent show. There he stirred up chaos among his audience of rowdy, emasculated Jersey boys by hurling obscenities, invective and all-too-real-seeming outrage. Through his reign he drove the normally collected Ron Paul into a tizzy, recklessly inflamed the Tawana Brawley incident and swapped flirty put-downs with Gloria Allred.
Today, he’s almost forgotten — but he shouldn’t be. “Evocateur: The Morton Downey Jr. Movie” holds his work up as a predecessor to both the trash talk show detritus of the ‘90s and the easily riled hysteria of Fox News and the Tea Party. Unlike the recent Andrew Breitbart documentary, “Evocateur” is no hagiography. It’s in awe of the man’s passion if not necessarily his message, and does some digging to find the person underneath the blowhard.
Born Sean, his father was, of course, Morton Downey, known as the Irish Nightingale, one of the biggest singers of the 1930s and ‘40s. His aunt was the great Hollywood actress Joan Bennett. MDJ hated his father, but borrowed his name anyway when he tried to become a singer himself. (Happily he had enough tiny success that footage exists of him crooning a torch song in an early music film.) If the image of MDJ as a pleasant pretty boy runs hilariously up against his traditional fire-breathing sociopath image wasn’t enough, the filmmakers also drum up photos of him hanging happily with Ted Kennedy in the 1960s, a future object of his ire.
No one can stay turned-up-to-11 pissed for very long, and “Evocateur” depicts his very brief mega-fame as a kind of possession: a mid-life crisis that made him finally more famous than his father, but took him back to where he started. Lung cancer ravaged his body, and finally, this outrage machine who yelled at anyone with the tiniest bit of authority and jetted around the world while pretending to be a working class hero was reduced to pleading with people not to be a miserable nicotine addict like him. Without taking his side, “Evocateur” makes us feel genuinely terrible for him.