At first it felt gross. That he was being watched like this. That I didn't know who had consented. That I could see something I feared, out loud. That I needed to see it. That there was some...not glee...not entertainment...but some kind of fulfillment, for me. To watch someone forget until they couldn't speak language and it was unclear if they were aware that they weren't or that it was expected that they would. He says it in the beginning: he's a mirror.
This documentary isn't unaware. It isn't a stripping of dignity. Do we think people who lose their memories some whole become less dignified beings? Or is that something we take from them in our minds when we don't think they need it anymore, or understand they have it in the first place? This was a good documentary.
This documentary isn't unaware. It isn't a stripping of dignity. Do we think people who lose their memories some whole become less dignified beings? Or is that something we take from them in our minds when we don't think they need it anymore, or understand they have it in the first place? This was a good documentary.