Often a hard watch with glimpses of beauty and the full spectrum of humanity at full display. In moments you feel like you can almost understand what Ye is doing, and I mean in some ways it does illuminate his choices, but in other ways I am left even more confused.
I was going to write a big paragraph about the impact he has had in my life, despite all the controversy and genuinely vile stuff he's said and done, I genuinely felt some weird connection to him in a way I never have with any celebrity. I hate celebrity culture, how parasocial people have become, and this idolatry so common in our society, but I related to many of his struggles, I respected his authenticity, and I love his music so much. I genuinely hope Ye finds his way to something good, but if one thing is clear about this documentary is that we can't quantify and encapsulate a life in these neat little labels.
Throughout the documentary we jump through so many points in Ye's life, like a constant montage rarely sitting in on a single moment. Things I thought would be important to focus on get glossed over. It's like we're remembering moments in our life but having forgotten how it all made sense. If struggle so hard to even understand ourselves, how can we feel so free to tell others what they are and what to do. Ye means You.
Was Ye a product of our culture, or truly a free agent creating some elaborate performance piece? Maybe it's a little bit of both, or neither. We can never truly fully understand one another. That's where empathy bridges the gap, but ego, and hate block off the entrance. It's a constant battle, and it comes in waves. I don't know what I'm really saying with all this to be honest. It's hard to put something so unquantifiable like feelings into words. I think that's something we all struggle with a little bit.
