Director Sarah Burkeman’s intimate film takes great pains not to paint Sally – a blonde Australian who’s a dead-ringer for Nicole Kidman in ‘extreme nervous tension’ mode – as a crackpot, but scenes of her waffling with healers and buying a cornucopia of medically-suspect electronic gizmos (in order to combat the evil rays emanating from her normal everyday electronic gizmos) are unlikely to convince many of her cause.
The intimate approach, however, means that some larger issues are skirted over. The film would surely have benefitted from some input from the medical legal-eagles who have presided over the decisions that inform young Neon’s ongoing battle. Instead of the big picture we are offered a family snapshot, but it is a treasured one.
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