This week, in regards to Stories We Tell, I decided to take a close look at a negative review of the film followed by a positive review, to see the questions these different perspectives offer to our class discussion of the film. According to Rick Groen, of The Globe and Mail, Stories We Tell by Sarah Polley is not original, and simply made up of three tropes:
“(1) a tale of confused parentage; (2) a tale of familial secrets and lies; and (3) a tale about the subjective and elusive nature of truth. Being classics, these are stories we have heard, and ones that novelists and playwrights and filmmakers and memoirists have told, countless times before. Yet Polley behaves as if she invented them, and that behaviour turns corrosive, coating the film’s real sensitivity and intelligence in a smug patina of self-congratulation.”
Groen concludes with the critique “truly resonant stories…don’t strain to illustrate truth’s elusiveness”.
I believe Groen’s critiques raise interesting questions, but I think he is being hyperbolic for he offers no examples of moments it seems Polley believes she has “invented” any of these tropes. His statement about stories that have been told before also has to be taken carefully – while I appreciate the need for originality it is also dangerous for a reader to so critically take it upon himself to decide what stories should be told or heard with so little explanation – would this not call for an end to Holocaust stories? Or in the broader spectrum, coming of age tales, tales of loss? Groen dismisses the importance of the individual’s story remarkably quickly considering the premise of Polley’s film that all stories are different.
Another thing I took note of is the fact Groen refers to the film as a “cine-memoir”. Perhaps this was just a common film critique term included for that reason alone, but it got me thinking about genre. Does Groen purposefully not refer to the film as a documentary because he doesn’t believe it offers us any knowledge in terms of truth? Or can a documentary not be about so personal an ordeal without drifting into the “memoir” genre?
In the positive review of Stories We Tell, Leah Anderst of sensesofcinema.com has a more specific definition of the film as a “choral, relational autobiography” that is as much about theory and practice of documentaries as the family’s story itself. By choral, Anderst is referring to the “chorus of voices” Polley uses to tell her mother’s story. Anderst considers how the genres of autobiography and documentary are “collaborative genres” that Polley most effectively utilizes through these many voices and praises her self-referential filming and combination of film re-enactments and real footage.
Not only are Anderst’s terms much more positive, which perhaps appeals to me since I saw value in the film, but they also seem to be more clearly articulated which makes her argument more convincing. Reading about the film in this light, I thought of its value to our course, specifically recalling Maus. These two works are both long-term; deeply researched; deeply personal; auto/biographical; and stemmed from interviews. Both texts are defined a) by the absence of a character (Anja and Diane) and b) by post-memory, for Polley is remembering Diane largely through memories passed down to her. Like Spiegelman uses interviews and photos as documentary proof, Polley uses interviews and old footage; like Spiegelman shows his personal interpretation of Vladek’s story through comics, Polley, with her interest in film, does so with the recreated footage. She also, like Spiegelman, includes herself as an interviewer in the process. In her own words: “I wasn’t comfortable with doing a ‘voice of god’ from my perspective. I actually thought that that was besides the point, but I did want to include myself as the character of the filmmaker, the investigator…”
Though I agree we should be critical of the works we come across, I think Groen’s critique offered little evidence. Perhaps it would be more convincing if he focused more on the fact the story aiming to show as much of the truth as possible, through a multitude of voices, is ultimately mediated through Sarah (a point Anderst also neglects) which we mentioned in class, for I definitely found that to be the most intriguing aspect, and perhaps critique, of the film.