Photographic Memory

It is far easier for me to justify bringing a child into a world that produced the Holocaust than one in which young girls sleep with high-powered computers under their pillows so as to most efficiently monitor the mass-quantification of their physical appearance to the perpetual enrichment of far-off techno-capitalists who in a span of relative nanoseconds have scorched, seeded, and through eager stooges colonized every inch of every commons on our factory-raped earth. There is no hope.

Autobiographical investigation focusing among other things on technological change and its impact on intergenerational relations. It seems as though McElwee very much wants to believe his son's problems can be chalked up to a timeless repetition of the kinds of difficulties he had with his own father, but such a hope depends on ignoring some clear differences between the two situations. The more abstract theme is the strangeness of time and memory. Note: image-quality on the DVD is not great.

In which McElwee grapples with his latent fogey-ism and does an admirable job of it. Also his son really does seem like kind of a douche.