Abbie Hoffman Meets the Pepsi Generation
There is a moment in the 1990 film Flashback, when
fictional hippie fugitive Huey Walker (Dennis Hopper)
turns to his FBI captor (Kiefer Sutherland) and says,
"The '90s are gonna make the '60s look like the '50s!"
Looking back at the film a decade later, it is
apparent that Huey's prophecy of America's coming
social turmoil could not have been further from the
truth. Today, the 1960s in the U.S. are remembered as
a series of colorful, turbulent images of foreign war
and domestic social upheaval not like the 50s at
all. The 1990s offer, as counterpart to this
tumultuous era, sterile images of
black and white smart bombs hitting Iraqi targets and
of Generation X, an army of slacker youth that stayed
on the couch instead of taking to the streets. This
is not to say that recent history is bereft of social
injustice or political dissidence. But the
overwhelming reaction to these issues in terms of
media coverage and organized protests ranges from
short-lived saber rattling to outright apathy. Earlier
this month, while small numbers of protestors (young
and old) demonstrated outside the Democratic
Convention in Los Angeles, most of America simply
yawned and changed the channel.
Into this disinterested political climate enters
Steal This Movie!, a cinematic biography of 1960s
radical Abbie Hoffman. A member of the Chicago Seven
(a group of counterculture activists put on trial for
disrupting the 1968 Democratic Convention in Chicago),
Hoffman waged a public and highly visible war against
what the New Left deemed a variety of abuses by the
United States' military-industrial complex, including
the American war in Vietnam, as well as systemic
racism, sexism, and classism. Hoffman organized a
massive demonstration at the Pentagon to protest the
war and burned money at the New York Stock Exchange in
order to protest corporate greed. These activities
landed him in hot water with the Nixon administration
and Hoover's FBI, and brought him under the relentless
scrutiny of the FBI's now notorious
"counter-intelligence" program, Cointelpro.
The film begins in 1977, with Abbie (played by the
incredibly versatile Vincent D'Onofrio) having already
gone underground in an effort to elude arrest on a
drug charge. Nearly a decade after his
protest-leading activities, Abbie is initially
depicted as a paranoid wreck, suffering from delusions
of persecution by unseen government agencies.
Nonetheless, he attempts to convince reporter David
Glenn (Alan Van Sprang) to write an article about his
experiences and expose the conspiracy against him.
Glenn's first response is, in effect, "Who still cares
about Abbie Hoffman?" As he proceeds with the
article, however, Glenn interviews both Hoffman's
lawyer Gerry Lefcourt (Kevin Pollak) and his former
wife Anita (Janeane Garofalo), among others, and
learns that Hoffman's seeming paranoia is based in a
healthy fear of the institutional wrath he has
incurred as a result of his years of fervent
protesting.
The film devotes its first half to reliving Hoffman's
protest years, in part through a series of black and
white and grainy, 35 millimeter flashbacks. Actual
footage of the Pentagon protests is interspersed with
staged scenes of Abbie speaking with the soldiers
aligned against him. We see Hoffman trying in vain to
convince one soldier in particular to desert his post
and join the protestors. After Abbie fails, the film
inserts a melodramatic footnote about the G.I.'s
untimely death in Vietnam. While such scenes may be
intended to inspire an appreciation for Abbie as a
free-thinking radical who bucked the system, they
accomplish just the opposite by their banality. In an
era where the 1960s have been commodified, packaged,
and distributed in such diverse forms as a television
miniseries, feature films (Born on the Fourth of July, Forrest Gump), a number of documentaries, and
two Woodstock sequels, the cinematic collage of
Hoffman and his colleagues marching in the streets of
New York, being opposed by uniformed soldiers in
Washington, and attending outdoor rallies in Chicago
comes across as, at best, unoriginal, and at worst,
tremendously cliched. Couple this with the
soundtrack's covers of popular 1960s songs by
contemporary artists, such as Ani DiFranco and Sheryl
Crow, and the result is a tired tribute that mirrors
the many other attempts to rehash this decade for
today's consumers.
The merit of Steal This Movie! lies in its
depictions of Abbie's life underground. After his
arrest for his involvement in a cocaine deal, Abbie
decides to leave Anita and infant son (the famously
named america Hoffman) and go into hiding to avoid
jail. Abbie becomes Barry Freed and maintains contact
with his family only through an elaborate system of
coded letter writing. Over the next six years, the
stress of separation from his family and being on the
lam soon takes its toll on Abbie, as evidenced in the
film's unflinching depiction of Hoffman's mood swings
(he was eventually diagnosed as manic-depressive).
Despite meeting another woman, Johanna Lawrenson
(Jeanne Tripplehorn), with whom to share his secret,
panic and anxiety threaten Abbie's sanity. D'Onofrio
is at his best when portraying the alternately manic
and tortured Hoffman, trapped between jail and a life
of nomadic anonymity. In one scene he is reduced to a
fit of tearful rage, screaming at Johanna, "I am Abbie
Hoffman!" again and again, in an effort to reassert
his former identity. D'Onofrio's portrayal humanizes
the icon and communicates the sorrow and sacrifice he
endured as a result of his beliefs and agitation.
While the film gives short shrift to Hoffman's
suspected suicide in 1989, its depictions of the
activist's life on the run offer insight as to what
may have prompted such an act.
The film ends more or less happily, though, with Abbie
returning once again to prominence as an activist
after Glenn's article uncovers the embarrassing
details of the government's actions against Hoffman
during the 1960s. We last see Hoffman in the 1980s,
again on trial at age 50, this time for organizing a
protest at a college campus. Hoffman delivers a speech
in his defense, addressed to what was then the youth
of America, encouraging them to effect change and to
stand up against corporate abuses in the years to
come. While noble in sentiment, Hoffman's words show
just how out of touch he, and the makers of this film,
truly are. Hoffman's words clearly did not inspire
the same level of activism in the 1980s and '90s as he
mobilized during the '60s. This lack of participation
continues even today, as protests receive the same
kind of attention and inspire the same amount of
political consciousness as a three-ring circus.
Media coverage and popular perception of these often
serious events relegate them to the level of an
amusing sideshow. While it is clear that there is as
much to protest today as there was in the 1960s, fewer
people are doing so and with less successful results.
Steal This Movie!, then, is best understood as a
tribute to an icon, a decade, and a mindset long
vanished from the American landscape.
As a call to arms, however, the film fails miserably
to understand the disposition of the majority of its
audience, already familiar (and bored) with the
flag-waving idealism of a bygone era. As the
philosophies, iconography, and music of the 1960s have
been filtered through time, they have also become
simplified, stereotyped, and neatly contained by
popular media. It is unfortunate that the film does
not do more to avoid these stereotypes in telling the
story of a character who was a truly unique and
complex part of U.S. history.