These 2 men seem to have a loving relationship, and that's nice. They also seem to think they are the first to practice visualization and to use tools in CBT. There is something half naive half insincere in this, the pouring of the hearts in front of the camera, the mutual acknowledgement of all the work done and all the progress, the intervention of the mother in a documentary that the director insists is about the therapist, the tender moments ... it all, at the end of the day, lacks geniunness, as anything that is performed in front of a camera with a full crew watching, and then edited, does. The attempts at recognizing that implication enhances the lack. Big egos in the room.
Review of Stutz
