It’s 2:45am, and I’m thinking about non-fiction film or “documentaries”.
doc·u·men·ta·ry
noun
a movie or a television or radio program that provides a factual record or report.
Documentaries often claim to offer an unfiltered glimpse into real life. While documentaries can be powerful tools for education and storytelling, they come with a set of ethical challenges that, to me - and the definition provided by Google - seem overlooked.
At their core, documentaries involve taking real people's lives and shaping them into a narrative that fits within the confines of a film. This process requires editing, which means making decisions about what to include and, crucially, what to leave out. These choices, made by the filmmaker, can significantly alter the portrayal of the subject, reducing their complex reality into a simplified story designed to engage an audience.
This curation can lead to a form of objectification, where the non-fiction subject is no longer a whole person but rather a character molded to fit a particular narrative structure. Even in the best-intentioned documentaries, the filmmaker's perspective can overshadow the subject's reality, imposing a narrative structure that may not fully reflect the truth of the situation.
In fiction, filmmakers create stories from scratch, crafting characters and worlds without the ethical burden of representing real lives. This process, to me, in a backwards way, feels like a more genuine form of storytelling, as it openly acknowledges its constructed nature. Fiction doesn't claim to be real, allowing filmmakers to explore themes and ideas with creative freedom.
The authenticity in fiction lies in its honesty about being a product of imagination, whereas documentaries often blur the line between reality and crafted narrative. As consumers of media, it's important to recognize these distinctions and consider the ethical implications of how real lives are represented on screen.
I haven't yet pondered what this means for the “fictional biopic” film and I reserve the right, as always, to alter and grow into how I feel about the subject, but I think this is interesting. I've always seen documentaries as something more “genuine”, when perhaps the opposite is true. This makes me conscious of the idea that our lives have no narrative that isn't imposed upon them.
We are all just happening, structureless. Our minds impose structure in order to make sense of the world and ourselves.