![]() In fact, the best minute of the film arises when the state’s prosecutor and a law scholar explain why charges couldn’t be brought against the doctor. Nor does she really delve into the inadequacy of rape laws. While religion plays a large role with Cline, Jourdan isn’t at all interested in parsing how Cline used his spirituality to absolve himself. At every turn, Jourdan is determined to relegate this crime to a tacky TruTV documentary.įor much of the film, the primary question eating at the victims is “why?”-what would drive Cline to inseminate these women? A conspiracy theory offered by one victim points toward cultish origins. And the obvious reenactments of an actor playing Cline in scenes with the real-life Ballard are strained, at best amateurish at worst. Staged scenes of Ballard dressed in a red hoodie, hunched over her computer as a web of papers and photos surround her, are closer to comical than serious. A jagged and eerie score adds an unnecessary, overbearing mood and tone to their recounting. Jourdan struggles to let the tragic stories shared by these men and women to breathe. But in a documentary about a man masturbating, it's tasteless. In a film produced by Blumhouse, surely, the sound effect stems from a horror conceit. The unnecessary part, however, springs from the sound of a man moaning whenever the number increases. ![]() It’s a necessary breadcrumb for the viewer. Throughout the documentary, a rolling number keeps track of how many children are discovered by Ballard. But Jourdan uses hackneyed techniques, often undermining, and worst yet, trivializing these crimes. The story carries an inherent grotesqueness, ready-made to churn the stomach. After using 23andMe, she found seven other half-siblings and began connecting the dots, ultimately spearheading the search for other siblings.ĭeeper, darker secrets are also revealed, like how the doctor would slip away to his office to masturbate while his female patient sat desperate and vulnerable-both emotionally and physically-in an adjoining room. Because of her blonde hair and blue eyes, in a family of brunettes, she always wondered about her origins. Much of the film is told through the eyes of Jacoba Ballard. Decades later, though, through the DNA test 23andMe, the now-grown children are not only discovering unknown half siblings, they’re learning that Cline is their father. They continued with their lives believing their child’s father was an unnamed medical student or their respective husband. The physician in question, Donald Cline, didn’t ask the women for their permission. God, I hate millennials.Īnywho, my headline plays off the “Sleeping King” subtitle to let readers know they should pay attention to this game, but without jolting them awake because that’s not good for the body.Director Lucie Jourdan’s “Our Father,” a frustrating, tawdry documentary, rips a headline for trashy dramatic beats of an Indianapolis fertility doctor who inseminated an untold number of women with his sperm. But more importantly, can we just stop calling things love letters already? Has anyone actually written a love letter in the past hundred years? People don’t write even normal, non-horny letters anymore! Most gamers nowadays probably won’t even get the reference – Shea should’ve gone with a headline like “A Sext To The Past,” and thrown in some eggplant emojis or something. ![]() First of all, one glimpse at a screenshot for Blossom Tales will tell you that it’s a “love letter to the past,” so the headline basically isn’t saying anything the reader doesn't already know. Moving on from Kyle’s headline embarrassments, clearly Shea isn’t doing much better. Actual Headline: A Love Letter To The PastĪwesome Headline: Psst…Wake Up And Play This Game
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