I’m responsible for this glorious mess of a film. I spent years editing it together, so if there’s a problem, blame me. But it was a long labor of love of a group of dear friends, my dear friends who helped me become the man I am today, and made this film possible. It’s about my life but also about Paco, Jordi, Sarah, Andrés, Claire, Kelly, Jonathan, Stefan, Birga, Joan, Miguel Ángel, and so many more. Friends who gave me on-screen parts of their intimacy, and their footage and friendship, their support and advice so I could tell our story. Or what I thought a bit of that story was. This could never be without their generosity.
My last film, Must Read After My Death, was about my grandparents Allis and Charley, their marriage in the sixties, and Allis’ struggle to break free from stifling sexism. It’s like the revolution of the sixties happening in Allis’ life as she records her daily struggles with a 8mm movie camera and a portable reel-to-reel tape-recorder. Roger Ebert said “I’ve never seen anything like it” and chose it as one of the best documentaries of 2009.