A kind woman in the lobby of the Oriental Theater gently told me she hoped I didn’t have anything too important to do after seeing this film, because it was heavy. She was right. I should have been more prepared, emotionally.
The opening scene of the documentary was filmed in my favorite part of the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art, and I squealed with excitement. One minute later, I literally gasped out loud, my hand in front of my mouth. How I got there in 60 seconds I will leave up to you to discover when you watch this film.
By watching this, I learned Nan Golden is a powerhouse of a human. Artist, activist, photographer, former drug addict — she’s all of these things and so much more. Her story, broken up into seven chapters in this doc, is so well told that there wasn’t a moment of storyline or footage that should have made it to the cutting-room floor.
I would love to chat with any of you that want to talk with me about this movie, so make plans to see it soon. May I suggest just one other thing? Go see it with your BFF, someone you love, a trusted friend, a super-cool coworker. At the end of the movie, get to the nearest cozy spot you can find and treat yourself to some comfort food so you can download your feels with your movie buddy. Glad I got to see this one with my Cinebud, Kristopher Pollard.
