Évocateur: Resurrecting Morton Downey Jr. Just to Kill Him Again
The odd and sad documentary — Évocateur: The Morton Downey Jr. Movie — is now available for On Demand viewing, and I ordered the movie and watched it with a disgruntled uncomfortableness as I recalled what a boor and a phony Morton Downey, Jr. was in real life and on television. He was the living embodiment of those who prefer to tear down beauty than create goodness. He thrived on igniting his live television audience to violence.
Morton Downey, Jr. was a great cartoon celebrity who didn’t mean anything he said. He grew up a democrat and lived next to Ted Kennedy — yet his public persona was one of hatred and despise for the very people who carved his childhood and early adult years.
Not only did Morton go against the Kennedy family in public — while still fawning over them in private — he also loathed the fact that his famous tenor singer father namesake, Morton Downey, was a better man, and a bigger talent. Junior could not live down the magical legacy of his father and so, instead of honoring the blood, he instead decided to berate the dead and tear down the beloved memory of the man who fathered him.
The documentary cleanly reveals the pathological, and deep, insincerity of Morton Downey, Jr. in every facet of his life — he was all show and no substance — and we see, all over again, how his brand of hateful rhetoric became the ground stones for seeding the phony Right Wing radicals who would follow him: Glenn Beck, Sean Hannity and Rush Limbaugh.
The legacy of Morton Downey, Jr. is one that does not deserve to be memorialized in a movie or remembered by the meme. He was a nasty man and a horrible person and he didn’t care what anybody else thought of him — as long as he got paid. I’m still uncertain why so much effort was spent on trying to venerate a career that deserves dissolution, but I suppose there’s money in the myth-making, and so we get Morton Downey, Jr. resurrected all over again, just to kill him again.