On the fence with this film because conceptually director Carol Morley’s investigative package of Joyce Vincent’s story provides great text beyond the initial news articles. Morley’s package is also deeply sad and haunting because it frames actual (plausible) events in Joyce Vincent’s life with actual dramatizations (framed poignantly thanks to the talents of Zawe Ashton); such as:
• the final hours of her death• the discovery of her corpse• the clean-up crew• her 21st birthday party• her life leading up to 2000- 2003
The part that stuck with me most is that for those years that Vincent was not discovered, the TV was on — that X Factor, Big Brother, etc was viewed by a corpse; that part particularly felt very grim to me. Secondly, was the clean-up crew sifting through Vincent’s apartment as scene transitions. Lastly, in the final scene when she’s caught on tape at the Mandela speech.
Now, what absolutely sucked was the way the men in this documentary comments on Joyce Vincent; which at times was so full of speculation, sexually charged and deeply accustory for no real reason. The wrong message continues to be harped upon, that because Joyce Vincent is a beautiful, vivacious woman and somewhat with upward social mobility— that she did not deserve to die unnoticed like that. No one deserves this kind of tragedy, period.
The documetary speculates that Vincent is full of secrets, a mysterious unknowable that is somewhat naive and a social climber. Phrases such as, “emotionally retarded” and that it was possible to take advantage of her, were all actual sound bites. The fact that the film’s overall edit lies with Carol Morley and yet somehow these contrived statements were still left in. Dissapointing.
On the fence with this film because conceptually director Carol Morley’s investigative package of Joyce Vincent’s story provides great text beyond the initial news articles. Morley’s package is also deeply sad and haunting because it frames actual (plausible) events in Joyce Vincent’s life with actual dramatizations (framed poignantly thanks to the talents of Zawe Ashton); such as:
• the final hours of her death• the discovery of her corpse• the clean-up crew• her 21st birthday party• her life leading up to 2000- 2003
The part that stuck with me most is that for those years that Vincent was not discovered, the TV was on — that X Factor, Big Brother, etc was viewed by a corpse; that part particularly felt very grim to me. Secondly, was the clean-up crew sifting through Vincent’s apartment as scene transitions. Lastly, in the final scene when she’s caught on tape at the Mandela speech.
Now, what absolutely sucked was the way the men in this documentary comments on Joyce Vincent; which at times was so full of speculation, sexually charged and deeply accustory for no real reason. The wrong message continues to be harped upon, that because Joyce Vincent is a beautiful, vivacious woman and somewhat with upward social mobility— that she did not deserve to die unnoticed like that. No one deserves this kind of tragedy, period.
The documetary speculates that Vincent is full of secrets, a mysterious unknowable that is somewhat naive and a social climber. Phrases such as, “emotionally retarded” and that it was possible to take advantage of her, were all actual sound bites. The fact that the film’s overall edit lies with Carol Morley and yet somehow these contrived statements were still left in. Dissapointing.
