What I liked about this film is that a former prostitute who’s now teaching sexology at a prestige university is telling how she lived. It was such a world of uncertainty, where she didn’t know when she could get aids and die, that she only bought one roll of toilet paper. When that one was over, she could go buy the next one. Anyhow, she didn’t afford much. But I thought that was brilliant!
Next to this, old ladies painting their rooms, creepy characters, shootings, love affairs, murders, families – there’s about everything happening at that time. And a man who from writer turns into some one who steals about everything to spend it later on drugs, women and alcohol. Steals about everything implies also puddles he can then sell for more money.
The Dutch guy buying his diary goes search for him, and so does the documentary-film get born. And I saw it all at Cross-Border festival in The Hague.
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