Dreams of a Life

I watched this because of the Steven Wilson album, "Hand. Cannot. Erase". It's obviously a fascinating tale, largely composed of unanswered questions and speculative theorising about the course of Joyce's life. As good as Zawe Ashton is, I felt the dramatised parts tried to push an interpretation on the viewer too much, whereas the talking heads are much more interesting and powerful. Not all of their viewpoints align, and the film maker is very adept at putting the contrasting ones back to back to highlight the unreliability or perhaps partiality of witnesses to our lives. (It's notable that some of the participants here appear to be projecting themselves on to their narrative of Joyce at times.) The contribution from her first ex- is especially poignant. It does make you wonder, maybe not so much how a tragedy like this can happen (I'd say it's a higher probability in places like London), but how one's own life might be summarised and analysed by those who would claim to 'know' you.

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