Love, Scott

There is a story here...sadly, lost in all the [artsy] nonsense...that hideous voice-over, the endless footage of water, the cheesy music, the appalling camera-work [apart from two rather wonderful shots]! A classic example of the filmmaker being [way] too close to the subject and doing too much...it's that jack-of-all-trades that too many films suffer from...yet again!

Here's a piece of advice for all would-be filmmakers: Turn off the auto-focus and buy a bloody tripod!

Scott Jones suffered an horrendous, homophobic attack that left him paralysed from the waist down. His assailant was caught and sentenced to 10 years for attempted murder. Apart from re-visiting the scene of the attack and talking briefly about it...wherein he reveals something [legally significant] that he did not say to the police...a word to the wise, from an ex-lawyer, show your film to a lawyer before releasing it...unwanted attention can be a powerful tool with respect to mitigation!!! Any other details about the attack or the attacker are - frustratingly - absent.

Scott Jones is a personable, handsome, charismatic and talented young man...being a music graduate and a pianist, his paralysis has not only affected his life...but, his livelihood too. He has had to adapt and has done so...the [atrociously filmed] segments of him conducting are an absolute joy to watch. As for him standing on stage, what could have been a massively powerful scene...why diminish it with an earlier shot of him standing?!?

Finally, near the end...this is where the real story is...Scott reads out a letter he has written to his attacker. Just imagine if the film had started with this letter...restorative justice stories grip - like a vice - all those involved and all those who watch! Did Scott send the letter? We don't know...just like the rest of the film...so many questions - frustratingly - unanswered.

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