With Sibyl, Anatomy of a Murder's Justine Triet creates a psychotherapist (Virginie Efira) who quits most of her patients to become a writer, only - and this is her central paradox/irony - despite having a life complicated enough to be a novel, she suffers from writer's block and instead latches on to a new patient's story. And professional ethics be damned. This is actually a question I've struggled with and had debates about. If someone is part of your life, can you use them as fodder for your creative endeavors, or is it THEIR story to tell? What if I become a character in someone else's story? How do I feel about that? And in this case, things are confused further by Sibyl's more and more direct interference in the patient's life, leading to some pretty insane moments no a film set where she is asked to direct something that is uncomfortably close to what's really happening. Where the film doesn't quite work for me is the way it keeps flashing back to memories that point to the mystery of Sibyl's own troubles, the solution of which is rather ordinary. Some very interesting ideas, but they don't really gel.
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With Sibyl, Anatomy of a Murder's Justine Triet creates a psychotherapist (Virginie Efira) who quits most of her patients to become a writer, only - and this is her central paradox/irony - despite having a life complicated enough to be a novel, she suffers from writer's block and instead latches on to a new patient's story. And professional ethics be damned. This is actually a question I've struggled with and had debates about. If someone is part of your life, can you use them as fodder for your creative endeavors, or is it THEIR story to tell? What if I become a character in someone else's story? How do I feel about that? And in this case, things are confused further by Sibyl's more and more direct interference in the patient's life, leading to some pretty insane moments no a film set where she is asked to direct something that is uncomfortably close to what's really happening. Where the film doesn't quite work for me is the way it keeps flashing back to memories that point to the mystery of Sibyl's own troubles, the solution of which is rather ordinary. Some very interesting ideas, but they don't really gel.