The Woodmans are a family united in their belief that art-making is the highest form of expression and an essential way of life, but for photographer daughter Francesca, worldwide acclaim came only after a tragedy that would forever scar the family. With unrestricted access to all of Francesca’s works and diaries, The Woodmans paints an incisive portrait of a family broken and then healed by its art. —Tribeca Film Festival
I must say I was very unnerved as well as unsettle out of curiosity for our mutual peculiarities of temperament...
Pretty good doc that makes it easy for viewers to make up their minds about the characters but doesn't fully tip its own hand: hatchet job, maybe. Not all artists are bad parents, but these two are, and aren't shy in admitting they had no interest in parenting. If the Internet had been around to give Francesca W. the unconditional love her folks didn't, maybe she'd be an ego monster (like her mum) instead of dead.
No good as a documentary: offering up the world with more Woodman photos than I've ever seen, her personal journal, videos of her, and the obligatory talking heads, but then not capitalizing on its promises, ending up vague and undecided.
"Criterion's new editions of Shock Corridor (1963) and The Naked Kiss (64) form a sort diptych portrait of Fuller's transition from a career