If you told your siblings you wanted to interview them on camera for several hours about the most private family matters, do you think they would do it?
And do you think anyone else would find it interesting?
Filmmaker Sara Polley’s family pulled this off brilliantly, maybe because many of them have acted on the stage and screen. They are all wickedly funny and not at all shy about saying just about anything.
I wanted to write about Stories We Tell even though it’s not a book, because I enjoy memoir and, to me, this documentary is a kind of family memoir on screen, expertly told.
If you watch the trailer, you might think you know what Stories We Tell is about (I did), but you won’t know the half of it. There is a mystery at the heart of this story and Sarah knows how to reveal the truth, or as close as she can get to it, layer by layer. When you least expect it, someone drops a little bombshell and the picture you’ve formed in your mind of Sarah’s family and her mother, a woman with secrets, changes dramatically.
You will like the Polley family. They are beautiful, funny, brave people. It’s interesting to me that Sarah is at the heart of this family mystery yet she keeps herself largely off stage and lets others tell the story.
There are so many memoirs being published now, many with themes that are quite bleak. Memoirs don’t have to be sad and filled with suffering. And having an unusual or tragic experience doesn’t necessarily warrant a book. A good memoir has a distinctive voice, an unusual, startling, or fresh perspective, and a compelling story.
Just like the story of Sarah and her family.
A FEW OF MY FAVORITE MEMOIRS:
Cross Creek, by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
The Irrational Season, by Madeleine L’Engle
The Liars’ Club, by Mary Karr
The Mistress’s Daughter, by A.M. Homes
A Homemade Life, by Molly Wizenberg