What can you say about a documentary where the on-screen completely meshes with the off-screen?! Where the director and the protagonist, a real-life couple, audaciously grant us, the viewers, retroactive permission into a slice of their lives at a very vulnerable, raw, and unflattering point of their relationship. Intimate moments, snippets of the mundane, emotional unravelings and angry proclamations: we are privvy to a real-life couple's relationship to an extent that seems radical and supremely foreign.
Is it even possible to not judge the two protagonists? Or is one the antagonist? Are they even happy together? Do they function as a couple? This can't be a healthy relationship, can it? Are they always so alone and apart despite being in the same room or camera shot? How come the Blaz I met in college seems to be so different from the memory I have of him? Am I projecting my own emotions onto their narrative? Are these two people totally enmeshed and is one of them codependent? Do they need therapy? Or is it durable love at its most uncensored?
What I can say is that this is a highly unusual, abnormal, yet incredibly commendable documentary. The final shot of her hand tenderly following him has been haunting me since I saw it. While we can draw our own conclusions I think it's more rewarding (and harder) to put presumptions aside and to remember that even such a deep dive cannot possibly capture any relationship entirely. It was a privilege to see parts of what is theirs and their own. Both of the protagonists undoubtedly already know they're brave AF. Kudos to Maja for making this see the light of day, kudos to Blaz for allowing it.
May they both find happiness that goes far beyond a 3/10.
Is it even possible to not judge the two protagonists? Or is one the antagonist? Are they even happy together? Do they function as a couple? This can't be a healthy relationship, can it? Are they always so alone and apart despite being in the same room or camera shot? How come the Blaz I met in college seems to be so different from the memory I have of him? Am I projecting my own emotions onto their narrative? Are these two people totally enmeshed and is one of them codependent? Do they need therapy? Or is it durable love at its most uncensored?
What I can say is that this is a highly unusual, abnormal, yet incredibly commendable documentary. The final shot of her hand tenderly following him has been haunting me since I saw it. While we can draw our own conclusions I think it's more rewarding (and harder) to put presumptions aside and to remember that even such a deep dive cannot possibly capture any relationship entirely. It was a privilege to see parts of what is theirs and their own. Both of the protagonists undoubtedly already know they're brave AF. Kudos to Maja for making this see the light of day, kudos to Blaz for allowing it.
May they both find happiness that goes far beyond a 3/10.