Last night I went to a screening of the new documentary, Raiders: The Story of the Greatest Fan Film Ever Made. The doc follows a group of men who in their youth spent years working on a shot-for-shot remake of the Raiders of the Lost Ark and as adults reunite to complete the one scene they were unable to film as children. It’s framed as a feel-good story of adults reclaiming their childhood dreams but I left the movie feeling deflated and annoyed.
The problem is, I’ve seen this story done before. A man with a dream sacrifices everything as his adoring and supportive (never forget that word!) family look on with adoring eyes. Part of the documentary’s tension comes from whether or not one of these men will get fired from his job because he’s taking off too much time to work on the film. His (supportive) wife encourages her husband to risk his lose of income to complete the project. At one point, she tells him she couldn’t imagine being like “those other wives” who would get frustrated by their husband following a dream.
Perhaps those frustrated women are similar to the mothers of the Raiders remakers, whose lives we learn about over the course of the documentary. These are mothers who endured abusive and alcoholic husbands, divorce, raising children as single parents, and being the sole source of income for their young families. I’m sure these women had to sacrifice many childhood dreams in order to raise their children. These women are the real heroes of this movie and the film never once questions the son’s decision to maybe lose his job after we find out that his mother worked so hard to keep him and his brother in a financially stable home.
Equally insulting is when the pyrotechnic adviser to the reshoot is injured during an unplanned explosion and it is treated as nothing more than a shocking moment. This man was put in mortal danger so that two different men can recapture the glory of their greatest childhood achievement, and the documentary never questions the hubris or selfishness involved in such an action.
My main problem with this documentary is again, that I’ve seen this story told many times before. I’m tired of only ever seeing men in the role of dreamers and I’m tired of society unquestioningly celebrating men for following their youthful passions, destruction and pain be damned! The conclusion is that men are the dreamers while women are the ones who provide the emotional support and that’s a bad lesson to continue propagating. I applaud the creative drive of these men when they were children trying to accomplish a ludicrous but charming goal, but now I want them to take their creative energy and move forward instead of constantly looking back to their childhood. And I want us as a society to stop pretending this is a noble pursuit exclusive to the straight, white male.












