Went with Jane tonight to see Capturing the Freidmans. What an excellent, bizarre, and compelling movie. Best yet, the director was there for this screening (the movie officially opens in SF tomorrow) and said several things that shed some light on the movie.

1) it started out as a movie about New York party clowns. That was Movie A, this was termed Movie B.
2) every single person he interviewed perjured themselves within five minutes.
3) the judge considers this a work of fiction and she's seen it twice.

More than making you wonder whether the dad and the son were guilty (or how guilty) of the crimes there were accused of committing, this movie really highlights how the passage of time and different perspectives can change how people remember things. How the more people you have witnessing an event, the more diverse the points of view you hear later on - and the length to which they will continue to evolve as time goes on and peoples' desires and beliefs change how they remember things.

I have no doubt that everything that every one of the interviewees said was true, at least as far as they were concerned. This just makes it that much more difficult to discern what was probably the most true to the actual events.

In any case, this is the last documentary I see on the big screen. I had to close my eyes for most of the end of the movie and I am still feeling sick to my stomach from the shaky video.