We have here actually two movies. The movie about Vivian and the one about Maloof. Each of the two is highly unorthodox. The movie about Vivian exists only in disparate fragments that are discovered by the movie of Maloof. The movie of Maloof is created in front of our eyes: productionism as in the masterpieces of the twenties last century. Vivian exists only as and when Maloof unexpectedly discovers the unexpected: a new evidence about her, out of the blue. Sheets of paper, shoes, hats, invoices, stills, footage, a new witness who had known Vivian, realizing now that it was the elephant in the room. But also Maloof exists only as and when he finds out of the blue something new about Vivian, and decides how to continue. And for us it is the same: both the life of Vivian and the story of Maloof are the expecting the unexpected. She was a crazy genius. He is a hell of a story teller.
Review of Finding Vivian Maier
