Blast it. I made the mistake of assuming there could not be
an Online Response due on Tuesday through my faulty reasoning that it was not a
Monday or a Wednesday, so We Were Good to Go.
This was my prevailing line of thought until I actually
cracked open my syllabus early Wednesday and discovered to my chagrin I was
gravely mistaken. So while this is clearly late, I have elected to persist in
posting this by the imaginary time on Wednesday, if only as a means of synthesizing some of what I think about the
Reflexive Mode and Stories We Tell.
To me, the reflexive mode embodies less a concrete style and more a pointed self-awareness. It is acknowledging the abstract that we mix with our realities without a second thought. This illogic, this abstract I think we also think of as the word humanity. We prefer to think that as Rational Human Beings our lives are informed by deliberate choices which proceed out of reason—after all, we are Right and We Are Not Crazy, that’s a job for the other guy. To acknowledge that our position is as tenuous as our neighbors is to admit defeat.
In Stories We Tell, what seems at first a simple straightforward narrative—the life of Diane Polley—rapidly reaches proportions expanding in every direction. We are forced to attempt to unite firsthand accounts that do not always harmonize with each other; in fact, the accounts directly contradict each other at times. This lack of resolution is something the reflexive mode does not avoid, but rejoices in. We like our lives to make a nice linear narrative, but Stories We Tell finds and emphasizes the human in the middle of the stories created to hide our sometimes sloppy selves.
To me, the reflexive mode embodies less a concrete style and more a pointed self-awareness. It is acknowledging the abstract that we mix with our realities without a second thought. This illogic, this abstract I think we also think of as the word humanity. We prefer to think that as Rational Human Beings our lives are informed by deliberate choices which proceed out of reason—after all, we are Right and We Are Not Crazy, that’s a job for the other guy. To acknowledge that our position is as tenuous as our neighbors is to admit defeat.
In Stories We Tell, what seems at first a simple straightforward narrative—the life of Diane Polley—rapidly reaches proportions expanding in every direction. We are forced to attempt to unite firsthand accounts that do not always harmonize with each other; in fact, the accounts directly contradict each other at times. This lack of resolution is something the reflexive mode does not avoid, but rejoices in. We like our lives to make a nice linear narrative, but Stories We Tell finds and emphasizes the human in the middle of the stories created to hide our sometimes sloppy selves.
Discussing why documentaries can be so engaging and
persuasive, Nichols suggests “the concepts and issues we say documentaries are
about are almost always abstract and invisible.” It is interesting, then, that
documentaries often find themselves in pursuit of perhaps one of the most abstract
concepts of all, that of truth. I personally believe in truth, but I do not
believe truth is always simple, straightforward or uncomplicated. And if we, like Sarah Polley, find ourselves
scraping to make something cut-and-dried, it’s OK. It is acceptable, even admirable, to
recognize the looping, often self-referential processes of emotion and thought
and decision and feeling and emotion and thought and decision and doubt and
feeling that make what seemed straightforward into what is quickly coming to resemble M.C.
Escher’s Waterfall.
Because that's OK, too.