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The rawness of the journey back to the stage after giving birth to twins had me reaching for the tissues. Deeply human.

This is one of those awful films consisting of too many famous people acting out a plot that has no backbone in the vain hope that their collective fame will patch the holes in the story. I wouldn't wipe my ass with this script.

This documentary packs a powerful blow in unmasking death. I've sat through two hospices deaths: my aunt and my dad. I found going to and from the hospice's incredibly difficult. Being with my dying loved ones wasn't, but the trip to them felt like a sledge hammer was hitting my heart. It was a relief to let both go, even though at the time I didn't feel that. I felt as we all do a desperate clinging to have them back if only for seconds. Since I've found peace to accept memories are all I have left - and that is enough. Hoping for miracles carries a heavy emotional price-tag thats not easy to put into words or even pictures - but this documentary does a superb job.

Treasure life. It always feels like its gone too quickly.