I always admired Missy’s films for their sheer honesty, a truth that varies between playful and
painful but I never expected “Membrane” to have the sheer emotional punch that it did. No video
or film that I’ve ever watched has had such a truth evident to it: most films that I’ve watched rely
partly on hiding the parts of human life and existence that is less palatable to convey entertainment.
I suppose nobody ever thinks that the truth that we run away from is perhaps the truth we need to
confront the most. Documentary films occasionally cover the darkness and loneliness that exists in
the human soul, but always as an “issue” or as a theme with a neat resolution. Maybe entertainment
functions as a way for people to run away from their demons, but as “Membrane” shows- with its
exploration of a tortured mind- sometimes we humans are most desirable and intriguing when we
show our vulnerabilities as they are. I know in my own life, in my own sexuality, I search for truth. An
emotional truth, a lonely truth. Anything other than hallow clichés.
“A persons mind” I sometimes think “Is a lonely ocean. They are the only one to inhabit it”. This
world is fragile and tragic but ultimately, if we embrace our vulnerability and darkness we can find
beauty within it. This is something that I have found to be particularly true as I have fallen in love
with someone with depression. It isn’t easy, loving someone whose mind is occasionally turbulent
and troubled but every persons mind is: the point is, we need to cast labels aside and rejoice in the
beauty of complexity, the joy that is to be found in the cracked mirror of a lonely ocean, embrace
the people we really are.