Horst in Translation (filmreviews@web.de) "American Juggalo" is an American 24-minute film from 2011, so this one had its 5th anniversary last year and it is among the more known efforts by prolific documentary filmmaker Sean Dunne. The focus in here is on fans of the music band Insane Clown Posse who meet once a year apparently for a couple days to find more who are just like them. The fact that those fans are all somewhat different compared to average citizens is at the very center of this little film. But honestly, I never felt it was too convincing and apart from the clown make-up perhaps I felt that this documentary could have been made at pretty much any other rock concert or festival and the contents would not have looked too different. I also think that the fans depicted in here enjoy to quite a considerable extent that they are different or at least that they think they are. The band is not a part of this short film as it is all about their supporters. There are okay moments here and there, but honestly the topic itself, the subject never felt really significant or important enough to make a difference and the ways in which they included death and (upcoming) birth also felt like pretty cheap attempts in including relevance. It's something you could put on a concert DVD, but that's pretty much it. It is never as insightful as it tries to be, but opinions differ there I guess and there must be a reason why Dunne recently made a sequel to this one here. I give the 2011 film a thumbs-down. Not recommended.

Steve Pulaski Juggalos and Juggalettes have been a frequently mocked and belittled counterculture, so much so that they'd have to seriously believe in themselves, the strength of their own community, and their values to continue being a part of such a group of people. Sean Dunne's short documentary American Juggalo is a mesmerizing film, featuring one unique individual after another, all a part of the annual Gathering of the Juggalos. The Gathering is a beloved festival for all the fans of Insane Clown Posse and other members of Psychopathic Records, but above all, it's about connecting and sharing a bond with like-minded individuals. These individuals love to drink, smoke marijuana, but ultimately, love the human connection that comes with difference and embracing a different lifestyle.American Juggalo is a necessary humanization, or, at the very least, profiling of a culture that has had more negative words and mockery exchanged by them than any other fanatical group I can think of at the moment. Dunne ostensibly glides his camera through the Gathering, stopping it when he sees an intriguing group of people (how he decided who to profile is beyond me). He gathers insight and ideas about the Juggalo culture, the sense of community and family they preach, and how they want to be portrayed before letting them go on their merry way. This allows for a deeply intimate portrayal, with little in the way of structure or approach intruding on letting those involved with the culture getting their message out.This is the kind of documentary Harmony Korine would make if he made documentaries. Juggalo culture, while easy to criticize, is made all the more fascinating given how strongly unified these people feel with one another. One couple brought their very young children to the Gathering, and while one may reasonably say the music and the environment's activities are too brash for them, the idealism and sort of unity that penetrates the Gathering are fundamental ideas we (should) learn growing up. Another guy fondly recalls vomiting all over the place and mellows out with the help of a cigarette. These are the kinds of people we can't make up or shortchange; they're too real to even fabricate.American Juggalo is only twenty-four minutes, but its mesmerizing effect on the viewer and pulsating direction and focus make it have the impact of a full-length film. This is one of the rare shorts I'm universally recommending, to all people, anti-Juggalo, proud Juggalo, or those who don't even know what to make of Juggalo culture. This one's for you.Directed by: Sean Dunne.

maurice yacowar There's a marvellous dynamic in Sean Dunne's 24-minute documentary American Juggalo. As genre, the film documents an annual convention cum festival. It could be the Republicans, Rotarians, Democrats, professors of Modern Languages, Chevy sales folk, but no — it's the Juggalos, hardcore fans of the Detroit hip hop duo, Insane Clown Posse. To start with, it's a freak show. The cameo appearances are weird, incoherent, stoned. They are almost always profane. Chevy sellers they're apparently not. These people are unattractive. If they're not naturally repulsive they break out the studs and tattoos and weirdo garb to become that. As the title suggests, the Juggalos are a bathetic antithesis to the slickness and suave of Richard Gere in American Gigolo. A typical film audience will grow more and more irritated or disgusted by this parade and will feel increasingly superior.But as the guy who brags about his cooking may suggest, these weird losers touchingly yearn for some normalcy, some acceptance, even some romance: "I wanna find a skinny ass little bitch, make her fat and then we lose weight together... then we bond." They use what they have in unconventional ways, like the gal who shows her breasts to anyone for a buck.For four days here the losers can feel like winners. As one woman remarks, "I had an old man tell me that there was nothing good left in the world and I actually believed that s--- until I came here seeing all the breasts, all the weed, all the fast food... I mean this s--- is bomb."If we can rein in our revulsion the characters can become sympathetic. Apart from those with children (around or inside), they're not hurting anyone. They're just cutting loose for a brief good time, like any conventional people — bankers who break out their flowered golf shirts, secretaries who'll grab a two-martini cabana lunch — because they're on holiday, on a reprieve from the world that suppresses them. To our surprise, they're not all losers. Several are managers of their departments. One man is a brain surgeon here for the LSD. Then comes the kicker. One member extols the group's ardent brotherhood. This is a loving community. There is no judgement or rejection. There is no bigotry. They all accept each other regardless of their physical or behavioural quirks. With this speech the film turns its exposure against us. The more we have allowed our disdain, disgust, dismissal of these people to grow, the more we have assumed our superiority over their difference, the more the film now makes us the target of its satire. The parade of weirdos is a test of our tolerance.Most of us should leave this film chastened. Mightily amused, then chastened.

bob the moo I really don't know much about ICP or Juggalos other than the names and the general look etc of the people when they are face-painted up etc so I was interested to see this documentary. The focus here is not Insane Clown Posse themselves (indeed unless that music far in the background of the woods was them, then they're not in this film at all) but rather then fans of the band – the self-styled Juggalos of the title. The camera just lets the people talk to the camera, there doesn't seem to be any trickery, traps or unfair editing in here. I guess one could argue that some of the people are really messed up and speaking to the camera from a drunken state (at least) but I don't think the film took advantage of this at all.The end result is a film that will appeal (in some form) to all viewers. To those into this sub-culture, it will be like seeing old friends and no doubt will be whoop-whooping at the similar people they see. The theme of family and "being home" is throughout the film and in a way it is good that the film allows that to be shown and for sure if there was trouble or violence then it didn't make it into the film. On the other hand though, this same honesty with the camera allows the subjects to hang themselves by their own words. As a result the group show themselves to really be deliberately and self-destructively "out there". It is nice to say "I don't give a f about anything" but hard not to want to step in when people talking about urgently needing liver transplants (but still chugging on beers), or a 6-month pregnant woman smoking and speaking about wanting to raise her baby in this family (a family not even bothering to point out the damage she is doing to that baby before it even sees sunlight). Of course idiots like this exist in all walks of life but the film really lets us see a very high concentration of them here.We hear people talk about brain surgeons being at the gathering, but we never see any. The people who describe themselves as "straight laced" to show how varied the culture is, well they are still covered in tats, speak like they are in a gang and have piercings everywhere. Okay this does not make them lesser people, but you have to wonder. Likewise, to hear a woman discussing how people judge her and don't help her but that she gets support and love from her family – but yet telling this story with the use of "mother-f'er" every other word, it does make one wonder whether or not she would be willing to at least take a step towards a middle ground, so by all means be heavily tattooed but perhaps not use swearing more frequently than the words "the" or "and"?American Juggalo is a great film; depending on your view it will be because it honestly shows the Gathering in all its glory or because it honestly shows the Gathering in all its social horror. Personally I was stunned by the people, their attitudes and how they universally complain about being treated like outsiders while simultaneously kicking others away with both feet.