It’s late at night and I’m toast. What is all this about, this topic of beautification? Where is it leading us? At this hour - I don’t know - I’m so tired I don’t even care. Ryan and I spent the whole evening preparing for our first formal interview. We’ll drive to Bakersfield to do it. What is it going to be about? What are we going to learn? Are our questions going to define answers? Are we defining the film by our hidden presence in it?
But the questions spill over the brim, endlessly, mercilessly.
Why are we fascinated by the topic of beautification?
Is it true that not conforming to norms of beautification is social suicide?
Is it true that we communicate by our looks?
Can we find answers to these question?
Who are we - we the filmmakers? How are we related to the topic?
No pictures yet, no film, just questions.
We can’t hide ourselves behind the camera. We can turn it around and the subjects of our interviews will be us, giving a dissection of a dialect of the same language everybody speaks: beautification. The observer and the observed is one and the same.
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