Sarah Polley directs Michael Polley, Harry Gulkin and herself in this lauded documentary where the indie star interrogates her family history.
Using found footage, family photos, talking heads and actors to recreate fake “found footage”, Polley investigates a family secret often joked about. The revelations over the first hour are pleasing for the gossipy voyeur in us all. The film though then outstays it welcome… reaching for further significance with little else to add. Possibly the real weakness of the project is Polley herself is often just a disembodied voice, a background presence, for what feels like her story. It is churlish for her to hide away behind the camera when she has been the eye-catching lead all her life.
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