My Father And Me
This was a very pedestrian documentary examining a few rather mundane themes, these were:-
A regret of not asking every question to his father before he died. Hardly revelatory!
A fixation with class distinctions from someone that has led a most privileged and exceptionally decadent life.
A romantic approach to the absurd notion of a socialist utopia.
A constant derision of planned and meticulous craftsmanship of staged photos to the unremarkable work of this documentary maker.
A revisionist approach to history, things were what they were for a reason.
A failure to grasp that the working class as a definition is practically meaningless today, falling below less than 10% of the population, when everybody today is a gradation of middle class.
A misunderstanding of intellectualism, to think or learn in isolation is meaningless, thinking is as thinking does!
Overall there was such a total lack of insight and skated on the surface of meaning, it dragged and was tedious 4 outta 10 from me.
This was a very pedestrian documentary examining a few rather mundane themes, these were:-
A regret of not asking every question to his father before he died. Hardly revelatory!
A fixation with class distinctions from someone that has led a most privileged and exceptionally decadent life.
A romantic approach to the absurd notion of a socialist utopia.
A constant derision of planned and meticulous craftsmanship of staged photos to the unremarkable work of this documentary maker.
A revisionist approach to history, things were what they were for a reason.
A failure to grasp that the working class as a definition is practically meaningless today, falling below less than 10% of the population, when everybody today is a gradation of middle class.
A misunderstanding of intellectualism, to think or learn in isolation is meaningless, thinking is as thinking does!
Overall there was such a total lack of insight and skated on the surface of meaning, it dragged and was tedious 4 outta 10 from me.