One Minute to Nine

A friend asked me to see this film at SXSW. I walked into the theater knowing nothing and she was right, the story is incredibly powerful. The way the story is told made me pay attention, and as the details of the Wendy's life came into focus I was shocked by the story. Following the film one member of the audience even mentioned that he had to go for a long walk. That about summed up my feelings. I wanted to feel bad for everything I had just seen, but I was left with some inkling of hope that things will be better. I have the utmost admiration for Wendy and total contempt at the deficiencies in our justice system. A great film about a very sad and common problem in today's society.

This is a fantastic film...so sad, so wrong and so *real*.

Everyone knows a documentary tells a true story. To me, a *good* documentary tells a true story that evokes a strong emotional response from the viewer. This one resonated strongly with me.

How easy it is for those who have not *lived through* extreme domestic violence to judge Wendy for staying with Aaron. They have not experienced the constant humiliation, torment and manipulation at the hands of an abuser. Abusers like Aaron are not dumb - they are *psychotic* and often masters of intimidation and manipulation. I should know, I grew up with one. Perhaps after having all your teeth knocked or broken out you might understand; or maybe the constant threats on your life and the lives of those you love if you leave? We all say "well I don't understand - I would just leave him"...of course we don't understand - we are not Wendy; we didn't marry that guy at eighteen and have kids with him. We can never know what it's like until we walk a mile in her shoes...the point of the film.

I thought the ending was executed brilliantly by the director...brutally real...frustrating. It left me in total consternation with our so-called "justice" system. Wendy and Randy should not have been imprisoned...they should be in therapy.

"Every f---ing day of my life," Wendy Maldonado told the 911 dispatcher when the woman asked how often did her husband hit or abused her. This call came almost immediately after Maldonado bludgeoned her husband Aaron's skull in with a hammer, aided by her seventeen-year-old son Randy, before his bloody carcass was picked up and transported to a hospital and Wendy taken away in handcuffs. Her murdering her husband, while costing her ten years in prison, was a release of twenty years of unconscionable, unforgivable violence and abuse that was not an irregular or infrequent occurrence, but an every day tribulation for the middle-aged mother of three boys. Every F---ing Day of My Life, the edited and re-cut version of a film called One Minute to Nine, aired on HBO in 2009 and told the story that was so often silenced in the wake of beatings and inconceivable torture.

Upon Wendy and Randy's arrest and subsequent acceptance of a plea bargain on manslaughter charges, with Randy arrested a week after Aaron's death, both souls were given four days before their sentencing hearing. Those four days are the focus of Tommy Davis's documentary, which is a collection of home movies revolving around what life was like in their Grants Pass, Oregon home. Wendy, who looks like any other woman you'd see in the supermarket or living on your block, details twenty years worth of trauma in just sixty minutes, showing us the grapefruit-sized holes in her walls, now concealed by drawings from her children, that were made by her head, bruises and cuts that were inflicted by her husband, and a wealth of broomsticks, knives, and flyswatters that were boxed away in the basement, out of reach from an unpredictably violent man of ostensibly no conscience.

Randy speaks on the incident through a phone in the jailhouse, behind a thick sheet of bulletproof glass. He states that he was ready to murder his father when his mother voiced her desire, which came only minutes before the bloody death. He states how he can recall several nights sleeping with his shoes on, atop his covers, not underneath them, waiting for something to happen that needed his immediate action. He even recalls him and his two younger brothers forced to sit on the couch as they watched their father kick, beat, and terrorize their mother, a reaction I couldn't even begin to fathom watching passively unfold, even as a young child.

A recurring moral of the documentary is the instillation of fear and helplessness. What made Wendy endure twenty years of abuse before finally acting, albeit in an extreme manner? She states that she could've ended it all ten years ago or even put up with it for another decade, but some impulsive instinct forced her to act and, in turn, bash her husband's brains in with a hammer one faithful evening, with the assistance of her older son. The act is recounted in horrifying detail, with gruesome crime scenes to boot, with both Randy and Wendy remarking how they saw Aaron hyperventilating and struggling to maintain irregular breathing after being struck so many times. When Wendy was being taken away by the police, she feared that her husband was still alive and that this incident would most definitely lead to a beating that she wouldn't survive. Sure enough, a coroner arrived and Aaron was pronounced dead soon after, an irreparable result to a drastic action that ended two decades worth of unjustifiable domestic violence.

Most films show domestic violence as momentary spouts of violence, often impulsive and quickly apologized for, even in the most sinister dramas. Here's a documentary that holds the issue up to a magnifying glass, forcing the viewer to reap at the ugliness and unfathomable cruelty of the situation. I'm reminded heavily of Frederick Wiseman's lengthy documentary Domestic Violence, which concerned a battered women's shelter in Florida, the victims, and the treatments the women underwent in order to try and better themselves. Here's a documentary that zeroes in on perhaps a unique situation; a neverending display of brutal violence towards an innocence person that was tolerated for twenty years before something was done.

However, at the end of the day, Wendy Maldonado and her son Randy are still killers, guilty of homicide, regardless of what the victim did to them or for how long he did what he did. Randy was eventually sentenced to six years with a release date set for August 2011, while Maldonado would serve ten years with a projected release date in March 2016. Upon being released from jail, I guarantee it will be the most liberating moment for Maldonado, if said moment hasn't already occurred.

Every F---ing Day of My Life is one of the most frightening documentaries I have yet to see. It's a film that reminds many of us that we don't know domestic violence outside of films, news articles, and soap operas, and shows the real physical and psychological ugliness that burdens these situations. I end with the simple, but imperative statement for all to simply respect and cherish the people in your lives because nobody deserves to go through this kind of insufferable pain.

NOTE: The National Domestic Violence Hotline is 1-800-799-7233; you know who you are.

Directed by: Tommy Harris.

I read that Davis had only a few days to shoot this before Wendy had to report to her sentencing, and with such a time constraint he managed to pull off one of the best documentary-film's I have seen in a while--even with only an hour of footage! Watching this brought some of the same feelings back I had from watching "Paradise Lost"--about the "West Memphis Three", except all of the facts were on the table here with Wendy's case. This creative piece really makes the people who say "well your the one who stays with the guy who beats you up--it's your fault!" feel like complete idiots. Audiences can now realize that so much is at stake when leaving an abusive man who is the father of your children. Especially a man (like this monster) who would still probably find and kill Wendy and her kids no matter what little restraining order was in place.

I love how the home videos were integrated with the whole film, It was mostly the home shots that really got to me.

The last documentary I saw was "Boy Interrupted", and this one is just as heart wrenching/touching.

**Side Note** Why would HBO change the name of this film!? One Minute to 9 is perfect! They probably think by adding a profane word that it would catch more audience attention...They are wrong, all you need to do is just see a couple seconds of the film to get hooked--like I did!

*Gave 9 stars because I wanted a little bit more of a back story...But that does not take away the fact that "One Minute to 9" will stay in your head for a long time after watching it!

I saw One Minute to Nine at Locarno Film Festival in 2007 and it has not left my mind since. There are few documentary films that leave an impression on me, mainly because the subject matter always seems to be marred by outdated and formulaic methods (i.e. talking heads and unnecessary captions). This was not the case with One Minute to Nine. Not only is One Minute to Nine incredibly moving, but it is also innovative in its style. The full story of Wendy's struggle to overcome the violence in her marriage is revealed to the audience progressively and allows the viewer to understand Wendy's story naturally almost as if Davis is granting the trust necessary to reveal such a horrific story. It is the type of film that leaves you feeling so aware and united with Wendy that it would be impossible to forget.

Naturally questions are raised throughout the entire film. In my opinion, trying to answer all of these questions would take away from the relationship that the viewer has built with Wendy in her last five days before going to prison. Instead, these questions are left unanswered and seem to parallel Wendy's own inability to comprehend the injustice she has faced. This is not a documentary that attempts to resolve Wendy's struggle, but to bring it to light. By not explicitly addressing the questions raised throughout the film, I feel Davis is also allowing the audience to remain frustrated by domestic violence rather than placate them with possible explanations or solutions. In this film, the unexplained resonates strongest.