Tabloid (image 1)

Errol Morris’ Tabloid is bonkers in all the best possible ways.

Peter Debruge, Variety

Screened as part of NZIFF 2011

Tabloid 2010

Directed by Errol Morris

In his lightest, funniest doco in years Errol Morris (Fast, Cheap and Out of Control) reactivates the UK tabloid fever generated in the 70s by a former Miss Wyoming accused of kidnapping and raping her Mormon missionary ex-boyfriend.

USA In English
87 minutes CinemaScope / Colour and B&W

Director

Producers

Julie Bilson Ahlberg
,
Mark Lipson

Photography

Robert Chappell

Editor

Grant Surmi

Production designer

Steve Hardie

Music

John Kusiak

With

Joyce McKinney
,
Jackson Shaw
,
Peter Tory
,
Troy Williams
,
Kent Gavin
,
Dr Jin Han Hong

Festivals

Toronto 2010; SXSW, San Francisco 2011

Elsewhere

Joyce McKinney, the subject of Errol Morris’ latest (and most riotous) inquiry into the subjective nature of truth, is a former Miss Wyoming whose exploits launched a thousand tabloid headlines in England during the 70s. Artfully structuring his account so that the telling of it is as much (maybe more) of a joyride as the crazy tale itself, Morris intercuts her version with several others, most vitally the recollections of two fiendishly funny tabloid hacks. 

As she tells it now, McKinney crossed the Atlantic in 1977 in order to rescue the man she loved from a religious cult. As the police saw it, however, she kidnapped a young Mormon missionary, kept him locked in a cottage in Devon for several days, manacled him to a bed and forcibly violated his vow of celibacy. This sensation was merely the first break in a story that went on for years, involving, amongst other escapades, flagrant defiance of the law and the deception of kindly British immigration officials. 

As the tabloids saw it, the tale of The Manacled Mormon was ripe for feverish speculation. The Daily Express literally bought McKinney’s story – in which she was the intrepid liberator – while the rival Daily Mirror dug into her past and cast her in a much less flattering light.

Morris’ recent documentary about Abu Ghraib (Standard Operating Procedure) diced with despair, viewing powerful subjects imposing their own narratives on the powerless. He has landed happily on their farcical obverse, relishing McKinney’s exuberant peculiarity, and the ribald glee with which her chroniclers (himself included) reconfigure it as giddy popular entertainment. — BG