David Bowie was a complicated and fascinating public figure. He was heavily political in various different ways throughout his career, and always seemed to be wrapped in layer upon layer of art and aesthetics and half-truths and exaggerations. He wore his sexuality like statement clothing – out and proud and visible, but changeable at will. The only thing that never changed about him was his extraordinary impact, not only on the music industry but on popular culture in general.
As buzz about Netflix’s Making of a Murderer series keeps growing and theories about its subjects’ innocence or guilt swirl around, I’m pulled back once again to the documentary that complicated my entire outlook on guilt and justice.
This is one of those movies that everyone should see.
Free Fall is the kind of movie you have to be in the right mood for. It’s desperate, intense, honest and raw. What I’m mostly referring to, though, is that it’s in German, so unless you’re fluent you’re going to need to be able to sit down and follow along with the subtitles. No multitasking here! It’s probably a good thing, though, because the real strength of Free Fall is in its lead actors. It’s the sort of thing you’d miss if you were flicking between Netflix and Facebook.