

Past the irresistible allure of committing his friend's plight to film, I had to commend Murray during the Q&A for his loyalty to his friend. Although initially he suggested the project to Bruce in the hopes that it might help him recover his memory, Murray was put on the proper track by Bruce's assertion that he didn't need any help. The documentary becomes more a study of how everyone around Bruce requires help in adjusting to someone they have known all their lives who no longer knows them.
One woman in the audience asked the question that was on my mind. Doug Bruce is an incredibly handsome man with a fabulous Manhattan apartment who, in his previous life, had been a successful stockbroker who had retired at 30 to pursue a career in photography. The women in his life are beautiful, the men in his life are powerful, he was a notorious world-traveling playboy, and though I felt for his plight, I couldn't help considering what kind of documentary Murray would have had if his subject had been a little long in the tooth and not quite so rich? It's perhaps a spiteful consideration but a strong one nonetheless. The eye candy only makes it easier to digest the deep, undercutting issues of amnesia.
It's perfectly understandable how this documentary has garnered such fine reviews and audience identification. You just can't stop thinking, "What if?"