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I recently saw Michel Gondry's (Director, Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind) documentary film Thorn in my Heart.  The subject of the documentary was Gondry's Aunt, and peripherally her son's homosexuality and the rift it had caused in their family.  Adding to the atmosphere, Gondry was in the audience that night and answering questions at the end.  It was slightly uncomfortable watching Gondry's Aunt describe her son as a thorn in her heart, but Gondry masked those feelings of discomfort with interludes which allowed the audience to create distance between themselves and the tale unfolding.  The audience sensed the sentitive nature of the topic, and wondered how his cousin had become involved in the project at all.  As it turned out he was responsible for the source of the interludes, a functioning model train set.  I appreciated the delicate nuances of the film, which as he aimed to do, capture life.

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