A pure and hard two hour documentary (not just about schizophrenia, but about the schizophrenic), like a deserved punch, a slap in the face. You can say that you do not care, but you will never again feel alien… A documentary also has this function. The enchantment of a sunset over the Serengeti, Natural Park in Tanzania, cannot enrich us aesthetically without considering the true ethics underlying the entire African continent; and has more to do with the poverty of the human republic than the richness of the animal kingdom. A good documentary stinks, harms, even hurts.