I AM, the Documentary, was not the movie I thought I was going to see when I made the critical decision to get up off the couch and drive down to the University District of Seattle to see a movie by myself. First I had to wrestle with the idea of whether I even wanted to move off the couch. Then I had to decide whether to ask someone to go with me. I decided against the latter. I tend to cry in movies. When I'm in bad space, I tend to sob.
For days, weeks and months I've been full of self-doubt, remorse, regret and guilt. Did I do the right thing? What's wrong with me? Why has this dark night turned into a dark week, a dark month?
After overcoming my disappointment at I AM, the Documentary being the wrong movie, I hoped that I was exactly where I was supposed to be seeing exactly the movie I was supposed to see.
There were points in the movie that I wanted to stop the frame, rewind it and watch it again. I walked out of the movie knowing that I had absolutely done the right thing by packing my clothes, my dog, my massage table and moving to Seattle.
I AM, the Documentary is not going to be a box office hit. There's no violence, no sex, no cruel jokes - only hope.
