In this documentary, filmmaker Anne-Claire Poirier reflects upon the death and murder of her prostitute and heroin-addict daughter through interviews of other parents who lost their children to drugs and the street, and of street-girls not unlike her daughter who helped her understand the life of her daughter as she lived it.
I did not see this film through the eyes of a parent, but rather through the eyes of a street kid, not unlike the ones who took part in the documentary. I recognized the streets having walked on them, I recognized the parks having hung-out there, I recognized the other kids, being one myself.
I believe that my perhaps unique perspective, as a bilingual Montreal street-kid, allowed me to appreciate this movie to a different degree than than other viewers. I was able to grasp subtilities and nuances in both languages, and I was also able to understand the very precise context which was depicted.
In this movie I recognized myself, my parents, my city, my life and perhaps my fate. Maybe you could say that this movie "hit too close to home", if it didn't hit right into it.
