Finally saw THE WOODMANS.
I’ve passed this doc a few times, while browsing through my Netflix queue. The haunting image of Francesca screamed at me to watch, but I frequently brushed it aside as a choice for my next viewing. I felt something as I glanced at her self-portrait which graces the cover…something uncomfortable.
The music, the graphics, the efficient, yet creative way the story is told through her photographs?
I loved it.