C.C. SirBiggs

Sometimes we forget that people who spend their entire lives in the drama arts were fueled by attention. Their entire existence depended on the need of an audience to feel significance in their life. This documentary feels like someone forcing me to empathize with a shameless & desperate attempt to feel significant again. What’s shameless about it is the eliciting of emotions through the current trend of identity. The show had its moments of virtuous advocacy, and rigged terminology so the star could feel victimized. It’s all just old and predictable. It’s too easy anymore to see when someone wants unearned attention, through the means they attempt to get it. Without dehumanizing anyone, this documentary is far from authentic, as the main characters (& I stress characters), are literally just utilizing another role to attain the tangible privileges their egos feel entitled to. It’s just so vain & unimportant. We get it. Love who want to love. Feel how you want to feel. It’s really not that damn romantic anymore for the energy it took to squeeze tears out for the cameras. Cry for the orphan child starving, homeless in a war zone… not the fortunate sixty year old wealthy celebrity who can’t decide how they feel.