I don’t believe in objective story-telling. We’re constantly editing, revising, re-telling. When I compare stories from childhood with my mother and sister, they never match up. It always ends in argument. My version, her version, your version. I think about how this relates to documentary story-telling…to Tokyo Cowboys. Am I telling the capital-T Truth? Does it really matter? Do I have a responsibility? I really don’t think I do as long as I’m up front about it. Everyone who knows me knows that I am a faithful post-modernist. We don’t believe in capital-T Truth. At least I don’t. I think that if you tell a story that isn’t exactly the way it happened, but it holds within it some sort of truth, then I am being truthful.
But, what does this mean for the film? I might mix it up a bit. Move back and forth in time…create drama from nothing…blur the border between fact and fiction (in fact, there is not border). And if this bothers people, so be it. I’m nothing but a story-teller. And I always have been.
