Unknow White Male (2005)

UK, Documentary
Director / Producer / Editor: Rupert Murray

Douglas Bruce's story. I don't know what bugs me, but I got this strange feeling that I don't buy this story. Maybe I am just envy someone can start a new life, literally, this way. Yes, I do envy him, especially he can look at the world as a new born baby; everything is fresh, is beautiful. No burden to carry, no past to worry. This is the right way to "feel" life, no matter we have the amnesia or not.
What make us distinctive? Are we made of our memory? Is there anything calls "true self" and are we born with it? From Doug's story, I'll say there is no such thing as true self, we are containers of our memory, and that what make us who we are. Of course it is kind of scary (or comforting?)to think of this way, as fundamentally we are all the same.

I don't know why this film made me extremely sad walking out of the theater in the East Village. Personal? Maybe the feeling I got is because some part of the movie vibrates with some part of me. Or maybe because the Sigur Ros I was listening.
I don't know.