This is a beautiful documentary--even when it becomes painful to watch--the journey remains hopeful and magical.
Since Honig was a poet, Berliner felt it was important to honor his cousin's memory by making the film an exploration into the life of a poet, and his film was conceived in poetic terms. "Poets' lives are not arbitrary," Berliner states. "For poets, it's all or nothing. They are the translators of human experience. They're the people we turn to in order to put words and images to the feelings, emotions and experiences we don't understand or know how to deal with. He even says at one point in the film,
'What you're doing is like writing a poem. You're changing what people are thinking and making them think what you want them to think.' So I felt challenged to make a work of cinematic poetry because of who Edwin was. And not only do I believe that Edwin was a poet right through his last day of life, but I realized Edwin was experiencing what might otherwise be called 'A Poet's Alzheimer's.'
This documentary highlights the unique journey of a mysterious diagnosis. I have never been a fan of continually interrogating patients with dementia. A barrage of frightening questions, "Do you know who I am?" "What day is it?"-- to what purpose? Perhaps rather than thinking about memory as a construct, they are just living it. Acting out an activity that is limited by its definition.