I am still on a high from watching Bill Cunningham New York (now on Netflix instant.)
The filmmakers approached Bill’s unique identity in such an honest and delicate manner that it really makes you question the truthfulness of any ‘hard-hitting’ documentary.
I feel like this documentary shares a lot thematically with another bit of art that was important to me this year: the incredible second season of Louie (which I hope you guys watched.)
At some point this season, Louie’s show started to transcend being funny or emotional and became a kind of dissertation on human judgment. Louie has been self-deprecating for so long that his bruised identity becomes unable to determine whether his definition of happiness is more valid than anyone else’s. In one episode, he convincingly argues that someone against masturbating and pre-marital sex isn’t wrong in saying that their belief set is more rewarding and conducive to happiness, even if he could never do that himself.
Bill Cunningham lives his life in a manner most of us would find lonely and unrewarding but you’d be hard-pressed to say that he’s really lost out on anything by giving up normalcy.
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