I was motivated to view this film to resonate with a personal experience attempting a rescue of a young adult from this situation. Talking to many helpful folks in area, who take their care seriously, it appears to be a very supportive environment. However, when you travel through these streets and see how dire the living conditions are, the appearance of these kids all dirt, grime, and resigned to their fate, this film lacks such perspective. For in this production you see much humor, camaraderie, hip clothes, and an ambiance that defies a bare minimum existence.
I think the constant negative response to someone trying to help, be it a counselor who has been there or a boyfriend who cares, becomes tiresome time after time. If that individual is so well versed at crafting a new existence, deception becomes their greatest and most profound ally. Going deep inside and making believe is a survival instinct that most of us experienced with great trauma are accustomed. I think the treatment of the process of healing is never dealt with properly. Sometimes the can of worms in Pandora's box is overwhelming and best dealt with in obsequious methods. Simply having a family member showing up, convincing it's time to come home and addressing them by their real name is likely ineffective.
Who recovers from this experience? Someone very lucky indeed who has the mental and emotional capacity to appreciate help. They still long for the anonymity and free style lack of accounting, but life is pretty much a trade-off for security.
High recommend for those who might interact with Venice homeless and decide that spare change for food is most appreciated.
I think the constant negative response to someone trying to help, be it a counselor who has been there or a boyfriend who cares, becomes tiresome time after time. If that individual is so well versed at crafting a new existence, deception becomes their greatest and most profound ally. Going deep inside and making believe is a survival instinct that most of us experienced with great trauma are accustomed. I think the treatment of the process of healing is never dealt with properly. Sometimes the can of worms in Pandora's box is overwhelming and best dealt with in obsequious methods. Simply having a family member showing up, convincing it's time to come home and addressing them by their real name is likely ineffective.
Who recovers from this experience? Someone very lucky indeed who has the mental and emotional capacity to appreciate help. They still long for the anonymity and free style lack of accounting, but life is pretty much a trade-off for security.
High recommend for those who might interact with Venice homeless and decide that spare change for food is most appreciated.