Herself review, Culture Whisper (LFF 2020)
The problem with a lot of misery porn, no matter how poignant and thoughtful, is that its filmmakers feel obliged to show an endless torrent of suffering. That’s where the political angle usually kicks in: See this? Do you wanna maybe do something about it?
Their efforts are admirable, but as they block the light they shortchange the few preciously good moments in the lives depicted. We can perhaps agree that most people are the worst, but it’s the exceptional humans that make life worth the endless struggle.
Irish director Phyllida Lloyd’s latest film Herself is devastating and depressing, and its small spikes of hope always teeter on the edge of futility. But the charity and altruism of decent people shine through. It’s a harsh but beautiful journey.
