A cynic might describe movies as the most depraved and fantastic system of exploitation ever devised. After all, they trade on the greed and hubris of financiers, the beauty and allure of stars, and the trust (or, if you prefer, gullibility) of the audience. No one involved in the process is immune. If this thesis applies to Hollywood films, with a bit of tweaking it fits documentaries and pornography even better. The nonfiction films of Fenton Bailey and Randy Barbato, though, are an exception. In empathetic portraits of tarred... More >>>