A conventional documentary about a distinctly unorthodox figure, “Art Spiegelman: Disaster Is My Muse” has a lot going for it, mostly its title subject and his circle of cool pals and champions. Intimate if oddly unrevealing, it offers an overview of Spiegelman’s life, times and inspirations, charting how a Queens kid created “Maus: A Survivor’s Tale,” his 1986 graphic novel about the Holocaust. “Maus” and its equally lauded second installment are such an important cultural touchstone that the Pulitzer Prize board awarded it a special citation in 1992. It’s so powerful that it has been banned in some American school districts.
Those schools, Spiegelman suggested in a 2023 interview, apparently wanted “a kinder, gentler, fuzzier Holocaust” to teach children. The interviewer, from PEN America, assured readers that Spiegelman was “darkly” joking, and maybe he was. Then again, perhaps it is the Holocaust that some want to jettison from minds and curriculums: Anne Frank’s “The Diary of a Young Girl” has also been banned in American schools. Whatever the case, the framing of Spiegelman’s comments brings to mind some of the telling anxiety — about taste, history, propriety, ostensibly highbrow art and low — that at times runs through commentary on “Maus” and “Maus II: A Survivor’s Tale: And Here My Troubles Began” (1991).
“Making a Holocaust comic book with Jews as mice and Germans as cats would probably strike most people as flippant, if not appalling,” a reviewer for The New York Times wrote of the first book on its release, quickly and instructively adding that it’s “the opposite of flippant and appalling.” Writing about “Maus II,” another Times reviewer began his appraisal by reassuring readers of this installment’s cultural legitimacy and seriousness. “Art Spiegelman doesn’t draw comics,” the reviewer began, asserting that the book resists labels.
Well, yes but no: “Maus” is, among other things, an illustrated masterpiece. (It’s since been published as a single edition, “The Complete Maus.”) It’s a history, a biography and an autobiographical howl as well as a milestone in the history of comics and a foundational American work about the Holocaust. It traces alternating story lines. One involves Spiegelman’s life, including his difficult relationship with his father, Vladek, and the painful death of his mother, Anja. The other story line tracks the family’s life in Europe before World War II, continues through the horrors his parents endured, the liberation of the death camps, an interlude in Sweden (where Artie was born) and a new, at times excruciating life in America.
Directed by Molly Bernstein and Philip Dolin, “Disaster Is My Muse” covers some of that same material, if more prosaically. Using a mix of archival and originally shot material, it wends between the past and the present to chart Spiegelman’s life, giving you a sense of both the man and the artist though without satisfying depth. His story begins in 1948, the year he was born, but more truly seems to have started when he was a boy in New York and accompanying his mother on errands. In a drugstore, he spied a copy of “Inside Mad,” a collection of Mad magazine work that featured a grotesque cartoon of a hyena-like woman by Basil Wolverton in the style of a Life magazine glamour girl. It was, Spiegelman says, “the cover that launched a thousand misbegotten thoughts and brains,” his obviously included.
The documentary fills in some of those thoughts through Spiegelman, who occasionally reads aloud from his work amid testimonials and a cursory history of comics. Early on, the married cartoon royals, Robert Crumb and Aline Kaminsky-Crumb (she died in 2022), share a meal with Spiegelman and his wife, Françoise Mouly. The first time that you see Mouly she’s prepping the meal in their kitchen and scarcely says anything. It isn’t until about a half-hour into the movie that she receives some serious face time. She deserves better: Mouly has been the art editor at The New Yorker for more than three decades and, as the documentary finally lays out, an important collaborator of her husband’s for even longer.
The documentary can be irksome, and its chronology a touch confusing, but Spiegelman is an entertaining interlocutor, and so are many of the artists and critics who testify to his greatness here. The cartoonists Joe Sacco and Chris Ware pop up, as do the comics scholar Hillary Chute and J. Hoberman, who’s a longtime friend and a Times contributor. I loved seeing an early cartoon that Spiegelman drew of Hoberman (they were at college together), along with a peek at the filmmakers Ken and Flo Jacobs. Everyone is engaging, the art is magnificent and the whole thing pleasant, if overly cozy and hagiographic. That’s too bad. Then again — with “Maus” and his other work — Spiegelman has already produced his definitive biography.
Art Spiegelman: Disaster Is my Muse
Not rated. Running time: 1 hour 38 minutes. In theaters.
