there’s a certain kind of horror that comes from being seen through the wrong eyes. it feels like exposure.like someone opening a wound and pointing to the camera and saying 'this is what you did'
it’s about poverty, but also about who gets to profit from it. about the hunger behind the lens, the kind that can’t be fed
i watched it and felt ashamed, and then angry, and then hollow. because i’ve seen those images before, everywhere. in charity ads. in film school reels. in gritty photo essays that win awards. sometimes i think about what it means to tell someone else’s story. how easy it is to turn pain into metaphor. how tempting it is to believe you’re helping when all you’re doing is watching
but this film turns the lens around, and for once, it’s not the poor who look monstrous. it’s us
there’s a certain kind of horror that comes from being seen through the wrong eyes. it feels like exposure.like someone opening a wound and pointing to the camera and saying 'this is what you did'
it’s about poverty, but also about who gets to profit from it. about the hunger behind the lens, the kind that can’t be fed
i watched it and felt ashamed, and then angry, and then hollow. because i’ve seen those images before, everywhere. in charity ads. in film school reels. in gritty photo essays that win awards. sometimes i think about what it means to tell someone else’s story. how easy it is to turn pain into metaphor. how tempting it is to believe you’re helping when all you’re doing is watching
but this film turns the lens around, and for once, it’s not the poor who look monstrous. it’s us
