I’ve had my mind on this film for a little while now. I was thinking as to whether or not i’d watch another documentary and write about that or write about this one. The reason for that being is the actress/film maker Sarah Polley starts out seeming to want to make a film about the mother she never really knew. Her mother was also an actress with a story you probably wouldn’t want to make public. I keep asking myself why. Why would you risk tainting the way everyone saw her mother? She incidentally found out her father was not her biological relative. Through her research she eventually comes across her biological father and another man who was sleeping with her mother while she was married. Who knows what else she had done in secret. I think to myself usually when a woman gets demonized for infidelity the argument i hear if it had been a guy he would of been “the man” but that’s not the way i think. Men should absolutely be demonized for their transgressions, just as harshly. we live in a constantly evolving world where we should slowly mold ourselves into what we want to be. We all have faults, i have a huge problem with procrastination i can admit that freely. I overthink almost every aspect of my life and in the end i feel i haven’t achieved anything just getting lost in thought. In doing so i cause myself great anxiety. So in a way stories we tell reminds me of what i just did. Tell a story about myself that does not serve a purpose.