There’s something so brutal about watching an athlete, someone whose entire identity is built around strength, movement, physical dominance, slowly lose control of his own body. I feel like I personally take my life for granted, because as long as you are healthy, nothing else really matters. All your other problems become insignificant as soon as something like this happens and genuinely changes the way you live. Very heartbreaking to watch, but a very real and heartfelt documentary.
What really got me is how intimate it feels. The handheld shots, the home videos, the unfiltered moments, it all feels raw and almost intrusive, like you’re watching something you shouldn’t be, but are trusted to witness. There’s something powerful about how unpolished it is. It is just showing his new normal. Also, his wife made me so sad. You see love, but you also see so much exhaustion. It was so heartbreaking to watch her see the love of her life slowly unravel and turn into his disease.
I thought it was quite endearing how he made this for his son, so his son would have some memory of him before the illness. That framing makes the whole documentary feel like a time capsule. Every frame feels intentional in that way, like he’s curating how he’ll be remembered. I was really happy to know he is still alive and well 14 years later. I feel like it’s very hard to see your parents as individual people, but at the end of the day, they’ve been here longer than we have. They’ve lived full lives before we even existed. Watching him try to preserve himself for his son really forces you to confront that. He's trying to show his son his whole self before the illness becomes all he is. This was really sad, but such a good reminder to be grateful for my life and health.
There’s something so brutal about watching an athlete, someone whose entire identity is built around strength, movement, physical dominance, slowly lose control of his own body. I feel like I personally take my life for granted, because as long as you are healthy, nothing else really matters. All your other problems become insignificant as soon as something like this happens and genuinely changes the way you live. Very heartbreaking to watch, but a very real and heartfelt documentary.
What really got me is how intimate it feels. The handheld shots, the home videos, the unfiltered moments, it all feels raw and almost intrusive, like you’re watching something you shouldn’t be, but are trusted to witness. There’s something powerful about how unpolished it is. It is just showing his new normal. Also, his wife made me so sad. You see love, but you also see so much exhaustion. It was so heartbreaking to watch her see the love of her life slowly unravel and turn into his disease.
I thought it was quite endearing how he made this for his son, so his son would have some memory of him before the illness. That framing makes the whole documentary feel like a time capsule. Every frame feels intentional in that way, like he’s curating how he’ll be remembered. I was really happy to know he is still alive and well 14 years later. I feel like it’s very hard to see your parents as individual people, but at the end of the day, they’ve been here longer than we have. They’ve lived full lives before we even existed. Watching him try to preserve himself for his son really forces you to confront that. He's trying to show his son his whole self before the illness becomes all he is. This was really sad, but such a good reminder to be grateful for my life and health.