Monday, September 27, 2010
Children exploited for the purposes of adults who need something they don't have, I thought. Children who don't have a say in their own fate. Children wondering about the person they were "modeled on."
In one particularly moving scene the 20-something protagonist pages through a stack of skin magazines looking for the woman she is modeled on after she's accompanied a friend on a mission into town to view a woman working in an office who might be her friend's model. Don't you know they don't model us on people like that? the friend cries. If we want to find the person we are modeled on, we have to look in the gutter. Winos, prostitutes, addicts--the dregs of society. Those are the people who are used for models.
An adoptee's worst fears, I thought.
The movie does not disclose what happens to the modelers--whether they are destroyed in the cloning process or not. They are societies' throwaways.
Like birthmothers, I thought.
There's a serpentine bureaucracy threaded with myths and lies that yields no viable information.
Like adoption and closed records, I thought.
The movie was excellent and thought-provoking in many ways.
Of course, I brought my own experience to it and saw it from a point of view that the author and the filmmaker most likely did not intend. But I highly recommend it.