Mark Hogancamp, subject of the strange and moving documentary Marwencol, is a grown man who can be seen pulling his little toy Army Jeep and its occupants - incredibly detailed dolls, suited up in World War II-era garb - along the roads around Kingston, N.Y.
These dolls, and other GIs, and Nazis, and ravishing Russian femmes fatales, live in "Marwencol," a one-sixth-scale village that Hogancamp has painstakingly constructed in his backyard.
Hogancamp, in a very real sense, lives there, too.
A decade ago, as we learn in Jeff Malmberg's careful, considerate portrait, Hogancamp was attacked outside a bar by five men. He was beaten and left for dead. In a coma for nine days, in a hospital for 40, he lost his memory, had to relearn how to write, to walk.
