Reflecting on an Invisible Girl
I was so proud of this film but it was not well received - ‘it left me with nothing to do’.
I guess this is the distinction between art and advertising where your window of opportunity to get a message across is limited, it’s much more of an imperative.
So I had a message to ‘share’ - what was it and why did I want to share it? I watch the BBC drama ‘Doing Money’ about a young Romanian woman who is snatched in broad daylight from a London street, trafficked to Ireland and used as a sex slave in a series of pop-up brothels. It was deeply horrific and moving. Being a dad to two daughters of about that age the play had personal resonance - it wasn’t hard to emphasize with the parents of the girls portrayed! But what struck me the most were the ‘Johns’, the paying customers and their disregard for what they were doing. Sneaking out to fuck one of these girls while their own wives and daughters were out on a shopping trip - it made me feel physically sick!
Seems obvious to say but if there were no demand then supply would cease - unfortunately, while there are guys out there who will happily part with 120 euro for ten minutes with a sex trafficked girl then the sex traffickers will continue to abduct innocent victims in order to make money.
As a man with the appetites we all have, I tried to imagine myself in the position of a ‘John’. For me, it’s very difficult to imagine how you could not see this victim as incredibly human - the vulnerability magnifies their humanity. I came to the conclusion that John’s just don’t see these girls as being somebody’s daughter, sister, granddaughter or friend - it’s hardly surprising that physical abuse often characterizes their ‘visits’.
Initiating an air of relaxing tranquility, albeit in a slightly unsettling way, and abruptly changing that to one of utter disgust, my film was designed to invoke a dissonance. This is a technique employed by composers who within a melodic structure offer a degree of dissonance or discord following the main theme. This results in a feeling of resolution when returning to the harmonic melody of the main theme.
The information provided at the end of the film was supposed to do the job of offering resolution. All very good if I had been commissioned by a charity to achieve that end, but I wasn’t.
This film and its message means a lot to me and I guess that’s why I was so upset by the response.
It comes down to audience. Mine is not a TV audience watching after the 9 o’clock watershed who need shaking out of their comfort zones to realise they might just know somebody who does this or worse, be somebody who does this.
Mine is an art audience and the message needs to be less apparent. And I concur. It will be more powerful for being so.










