You really missed out if you didn't catch the premiere of Order of Myths last night at the Saenger. Even the impressive advance hype - a review in the New York Times, screening at Cannes and selection for Sundance - didn't do the film justice. The film opened with what for me were two setups. The first, Maskers talking about how there really does not exist any division in Mardi Gras. "Bullshit," I muttered. The next is the (White) Queen Helen Meaher. I laughed at what I thought to be the funny coincidence that she was a Meaher.
The film weaves back and forth, seemingly about to present a lavish puff of pastry about our gracious southern ways. And then the Butler drops the serving dish! No "color by Pathe", no palatable placebos, a truck, a hard dose of reality, as the film digs deeply into the underbelly of Mobile Mardi Gras. It discusses not only the mundane and the good but also the "bad" (in a Yankee, or PC, or Liberal, "you ain't from around here are ya?" kind of way) and the good and the bad as we locals understand and (perhaps unfortunately) accept as normal. It ended on an up beat by showing the tremendous efforts being made by everyone on both sides of the racial divide.
If the Societies are a metaphor for the two communities then last night's premiere itself presented the tension and dichotomy in Mobile's two racial societies. Everyone who was everyone was there. And, while it might be easy to dismiss what Ms. Brown has to say (and show), it could not have been lost on the gentry, the captive audience in attendance, that many are in total agreement with what the film shows and the need to get along in this race relations thing. That alone was worth the price of admission.