A frustrating documentary. While its subject is compelling, the tone, structure and conceit of the film seem entirely wrong. In particular, the recreated moments from Joyce's life are problematic: some are based on fact, others are simply speculations, yet both are presented in a style that confuses the two. The relentless soundtrack grates as well: never have I heard so many inappropriate music choices.
I found it overlong and with a bit too much reenactment material, and the surviving members of the family didn't cooperate so there is a sizable chunk of the story missing - and yet, the result is still unstettling and provacative.
It's a strange case where its goals are relevant but its approach falls into a stretched exploitation. Nevertheless, it brings an interesting reflection to the table about our present society and its relationships.
I think Morley's intentions were noble in her desire to attribute an identity to Joyce, yet her approach seems utterly misguided. Was the music reaped from a creative commons website? What a shock to see Adamson's name attached at the end. To structure Joyce's identity around the conjectures of people with a sometimes brief connection to her seems to obscure the desired intentions. Distasteful footnote for Joyce.