Beautiful photos and an incredible story behind them, but what is this man doing here? Why is the guy who stumbled across the negatives the secondary protagonist of this film? Why does he seem to think he’s a genius by freak association?
John Maloof’s extensive presence does nothing but magnify the ethical questions that come with making this dead woman a celebrity. He comes across as self-centered, ignorant of the joy of art for art’s sake and uncomfortably intrusive. I spent the whole time wishing someone else had found those negatives.
He should’ve told his side of the story in the first five minutes and then, taking a cue from his subject, remained an anonymous observer behind a camera.
Beautiful photos and an incredible story behind them, but what is this man doing here? Why is the guy who stumbled across the negatives the secondary protagonist of this film? Why does he seem to think he’s a genius by freak association?
John Maloof’s extensive presence does nothing but magnify the ethical questions that come with making this dead woman a celebrity. He comes across as self-centered, ignorant of the joy of art for art’s sake and uncomfortably intrusive. I spent the whole time wishing someone else had found those negatives.
He should’ve told his side of the story in the first five minutes and then, taking a cue from his subject, remained an anonymous observer behind a camera.
