On Saturday, we watched a documentary, Dick Johnson is Dead.
Dick Johnson is real and plays himself. And he wasn't dead.
Kristen Johnson is the director and daughter of the subject of the film. As she deals with her aging father, she helps transition her would be future grief into filming her father dying over and over again in different ways - accidental ways. Dick Johnson is a willing participant. Kind of?
Well, that's the way it is sold.
What it really deals with is Dick Johnson's decline into memory care and brain health issues, which follows the path of his late wife, and Kristen's mother. There are parts that are incredibly nice and part that are incredibly sad.
.....and a lot of it is self-indulgent art for the sake of self-indulgent art.
I think Johnson (Kristen, that is) could have made a compelling documentary on a first (or second) hand perspective on coming to grips with a parent in decline. The idea of killing off her father multiple times in multiple ways could have been interesting, but they were just set-ups and not incorporated into the story - not really. Certainly not effectively.
But it was 90 minutes long - and still not as bad as Melissa McCarthy's Superintelligence.
2021 Movie Count / Goal: 08 of 15
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