For all our reasons to consume a story, its implicit offer to make the unique attributes of its characters adaptable to our own lives is the gift we hope it gives every time. "Not a Still Life" is a documentary made by a loving friend about a loving friend who is immersed in the joys, tribulations, and deeply-felt realizations afforded to him by a wholly lived life. Paradoxically, it's that same uniqueness of fingerprint that allows "Not a Still Life" to transcend itself and resonate with all of us imperfectly gifted with the human condition.
Steve Stone is the camera's focus. In his sixties and living alone in a tropically lustrous Hollywood bungalow once shared with his now-ascended partner, Steve is resolutely his own self, but he's not at all publicly famous -- and therein rests one of this documentary's great ambitions. Deep into the film, he provides his own summation: "This is the story of a gay, Jewish, recovering alcoholic, vegetarian, animal rights-loving...individual." Yet by then, director Roberta Cantow has pulled back the curtain, too, on a deeply reflective, highly articulate, and chronically exuberant human -- Steve is immersed in being present at all times, yet not without also serving as torchbearer to an acutely-felt past which continues to inform him, and which he continues to contextualize. On screen, Cantow expertly counterpoints the nuanced complexities of his ruminations by visually grounding him in life's everyday immersions: As we learn of the love of his life, his coming of age in an unsympathetic time, his complicated return to Judaism, and his ongoing search for new love, we're shown a man trimming branches from a tree, making a bed, assuring his dog, skimming the pool, and ultimately lending his own uniqueness to a complicated embodiment of the everyman archetype. In the process, we're wistfully coaxed to reflect on our own prime of life, and our own impacts (or lack thereof). "I do what I do to help those who can't help themselves. I show up." Aspirational and inspirational, and yet unforcedly so.
"Not a Still Life" is a most aptly-named firsthand account. It also feels, tacitly, like a credo: a noble if inevitably imperfect way of doing life, and one which Cantow and Stone have knowingly or unknowingly conspired to offer throughout this terrifically expressive film. "The meaning of life," Steve Stone concludes, "is to love and be loved." Simple, yet complicated. And so too is this wonderful documentary about an individual, and about us all. - (Was this review of use to you? If so, let me know by clicking "Helpful." Cheers!)
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