|girl got herself out of a tight place|
by virtue of it's subject, the documentary keeps your attention, but you feel a bit voyeuristic, and wonder if this was a little bit of an easy target, somewhat akin to criticisms leveled at waiting for guffman, you hope that you're laughing with, not at, the subjects of the film.
the filmmaking is somewhat artless, especially compared to the other documentary we saw last week, ai wei wei: never sorry. but there are interesting moments when the footage delves into the fans' backstories, and the reasons for their obsessions begin to emerge: one young woman has suffered abuse at the hands of her family, and talks about the prayer she would offer every night even as a pre-schooler: that dolly would be her mother and sing her a lullaby every night. the man who makes the porcelain dollys discusses the guilt he felt when his wife died in a car accident even as he was in the process of leaving her for his current partner.
as one who verges on dolly superfandom, i wish we would have gotten a little more of a sense of the things that make dolly so compelling, such a rich personality and talent. a singer who can make you sob even while singing most inane lyrics in the world, lyrics like:
Hello God, are you out there?
Can you hear us, are you listenin' any more?
Hello God, if we're still on speakin' terms
Can you help us like before?