DOXA at 20
Vancouver’s film festival opened my eyes to the beauty and power of documentary cinema. I’m forever grateful.
Dorothy Woodend is culture editor of The Tyee. Reach her here. SHARES On the eve of DOXA’s Documentary Film Festival’s 20th Anniversary, the festival’s former director of programming Dorothy Woodend, seen here in 2015 in front of a still from
Monsterman, reflects on the good, the bad and the kinda kooky of two decades of documentary cinema.
Photo courtesy of DOXA Documentary Film Festival.
Twenty years ago, documentary films were for nerds. Not cinema snobs, but even nerdier types turtleneck-wearing, herb-tea drinking, no-fun folks. The cinematic equivalent of bran, documentaries were for people who lectured about the Oxford comma, watched PBS exclusively and started every sentence with the words, “Well, actually…”
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When I was nine, my younger brother received a Crayola Crayon Maker. We’d never seen anything like it. At the top of the machine was a tray to place our broken crayons. You’d turn on the device to melt the pieces back into wax. Then you’d flip a lever to pour the melted wax into four crayon-shaped molds. And then they’d cool…. Voila! New crayons!
You could use the machine the utilitarian way as a mender of broken crayons, but we went the Frankenstein route of purposefully snapping our crayons into tiny pieces for maximum effect. We were mesmerized by the melting, marbling wax. It was the year that