Great Photo, Lovely Life — 3.5/5
It's a brave thing to put your family on blast. Not just the devil at the center, but the lesser demons who don't even realize they're demons. The movie quickly paints the grandfather in poor light, but it continues to shine that light on his surroundings, and the people who, through inaction or willful blindness, allowed his reign of terror. It's a certain amount of brave to blast the easy evil. It's a bravery beyond that to point fingers at your own mom. She's a nice lady. But all involved are complicit. And that I think is Amanda's only failing—not being able to spot her own blind spot. Yes, she is making sure everyone knows who her grandpa is. But she still calls him grandpa. She still says 'I love you.' If she can do that, then it's just a short leap to what her mother did. It becomes easier to rationalize or explain away. Love distorts. It's like looking through flames. But if you're committed to exposing the truth of the larger world, that also means exposing the truth of your immediate world; that also means exposing yourself. The tapestry of that larger world and all its horrors starts at home.
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