Stories We Tell
"When you're
in the middle of a story,
"it isn't a story at all,
"but only a confusion,
"a dark roaring, a blindness,
"a wreckage of shattered glass
and splintered wood,
"like a house in a whirlwind,
"or else a boat
crushed by the icebergs
"or swept over the rapids,
"and all aboard
are powerless to stop it.
"It's only afterwards
"that it becomes anything
like a story at all,
"when you're telling it to yourself...
"or to someone else. "
How far am I gonna go up?
- Three flights.
- Just keep going.
Take a break when you need to.
Jolly good.
Here we are, then. Hi.
All right.
So this is where you're sitting.
- Right.
- Put this here.
Right, then.
Let's have a look and see... Oh.
So this is the first half.
This is what, love?
The first half
of what we're recording.
I'm going to do the whole lot?
Yeah, there's another...
- All this?
- Yeah.
It's the whole
of the thing that I wrote.
It's a thing of punishment.
Whose tea is that?
I know.
sweating through my shirt.
Yeah. I'm ready.
Keep it handy.
I don't like this.
- Are you nervous?
- A little.
It'll get worse.
I hope you'll
explain to me sometime
what all this is
that you're trying to do.
With two cameras
and me recording it visually.
What about it?
It's not the normal way
of doing it, is it?
I don't know.
We've told you it's a documentary,
but it's actually...
It's an interrogation process.
What?
It's an interrogation process
that we've set up.
I honestly need pills.
Do you really?
- I'm so nervous.
- Are you really?
Are my teeth okay?
I feel like I'm sweating.
What's my frame?
Okay. How are my breasts?
Okay. Showtime.
Me? Do you want me?
Oh, I'm sorry.
Okay, Dad,
so we can start any time.
Are you rolling? Yeah.
Okay.
We're off.
In the beginning, the end.
I am unique.
From that precise moment
when I was dragged out
of my mother's womb
into this cold world,
I was complete...
an amalgam of the DNA
passed on to me
by my mother and father,
and they too had been born
finished products,
by their respective parents,
and so back ad infinitum.
It is clear to me
that I was always there,
somewhere in my ancestors' DNA,
just waiting to be born.
So this unique guy
has always existed,
even in the mystery
of nothingness.
So where to start?
Dad, can you tell the whole story?
The marriage to Mom
and everything
that happened since?
Good God.
The entire story?
I'm gonna ask you now
to tell the whole story
as though I don't know the story,
from the very beginning
to the very end.
Sh*t.
Can you tell this whole story
from beginning to end
in your own words?
Like, as though you're telling
a story to someone.
Like a medley.
- A medley.
- Yeah, okay.
Can you describe the whole story
from the beginning
until now in your own words?
What?
Wow.
Wow.
- Give me a moment.
- Take a pee.
What do you think
of this documentary being made?
You can be totally candid.
Can I?
A lot of people have been.
I guess I have
this instinctive reaction of
who f***ing cares
about our family?
Can I swear?
Who cares
about our stupid family?
I'm sort of embarrassed,
'cause I think it's our family,
But I do think it's really interesting
to look at this one thing
that happened
and how it's refracted
in so many different ways,
and there's so many different angles.
by describing Mom
in as much detail as possible.
Oh. Well, Mom, Mom.
I will refer her
to as "Mom," not Diane.
She was the most fun
She was infectious, enthusiastic,
My memory of Mom is
of someone who was very loud.
She walked very heavily
and made the records skip.
And my impression is she was
a fun person at parties,
that she was a fun person
to have in an audience,
'cause she laughed loud.
You can't talk about Diane,
I don't think,
without talking about her laugh.
that she was in.
What attracted people
to her was a sense of joy.
She had a contagious personality,
I thought,
and when I was really young,
I used to watch I Love Lucy,
and I actually thought
that was her,
because she was fun and goofy.
She was very warm.
She was full of life
and loved to dance
and loved to party
and laughing a lot,
and she loved to sing,
and she was the worst singer,
but she didn't mind.
She was sort
of a good-time Charlie.
There's a big tent within which you
can enjoy life with her.
And there are people
who just light up the life
and people gravitate
to them like a moth to flame.
And that was her.
She also was very productive,
got a lot of things done.
She was a very busy person
and managed to juggle
lots of different things.
I remember her being
on the phone a lot, for example,
and I remember
the hand saying,
"Hold on! Shh! Hold on!"
Whenever I would meet Diane,
I always found
that she was in trouble.
Something she'd done...
she'd left something in a cab,
or she'd arrive saying,
"Oh, you have to come with me.
"I have to go there
because I've done this,
"and it's so stupid,"
and as we were walking,
she'd be ahead of me
trying to tell me
why everything was in disarray.
Whenever I would see her,
it seemed as though...
something was going wrong.
It was her fault,
and she was trying
to sort it out and correct it.
As I understand it,
Mom was doing plays,
and she met Michael
in one of those plays,
and she instantly
fell in love with him.
in The Caretaker's
North American premiere.
He recalled an audience member
coming round
to congratulate the lead actor
and that he was introduced to her.
Her name was Diane,
and she loved the show so much
that she came back twice more
during the run.
not with me,
but with the character
I was playing on stage.
The character is something
that is so different from me.
It's such an exciting
and dominating character.
You can't take your eyes
off that character.
That's absolutely nothing
like me at all,
but you can see why
I would want to play it.
So isn't it ironic
to watch a performance
by an actor,
and as she watches
that performance, she sees,
"That person is exactly
what I've been looking for all my life.
"Somebody exciting,
somebody full of intrigue.
"That"s what I've been
looking for all my life. "
She was an actress herself,
and a few months later,
they'd play together
in The Condemned of Altona,
and that changed
their lives irrevocably.
Diane was playing
the part of the actress,
and me as the German officer.
Once again,
this is a fascinating character,
so even in that play,
we were playing two roles
rather than Michael and Diane.
And they talked
at a party afterwards,
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