[Review]

In all of its genuine messiness, its insistence on a multi-stranded narrative, its capricious flaunting and taunting of truth, Stories We Tell finally does what I have been wanting to see in cinema for years.

Sarah Polley tells the story of her mother’s life and legacy through the eyes of her family. It sounds so simple, and yet the story as it progresses serves the purpose of both delineator and obfuscator of the truth. Polley uses narrative forms of memoir and interview, to provide a kaleidoscope of perspectives on the same story. As the film, and the lives of her parents and siblings unravels, so does our adherence to a singular truth loosen. Continue reading “Stories We Tell” →