I watched the movie with Comcast's On Demand feature for $4.99. I had heard about Ms. Meier from fellow club members, when I was still a member, stating that they were going on a field trip to a local museum to see some of her work. I didn't go. I wasn't interested that much in street photography. Then I bought a Voigtlander R3a and decided street photography might be fun.
So I rented the movie and sat fascinated watching it. I think it was a well put together documentary. The parts about Maloof didn't bother me in the least. It was part of this story. I recommend people see it, especially if they are interested in historical photography.
Since seeing it, I talked to my fellow photographer friend at my day job and discussed the mystery surrounding her behavior. I felt that Maloof found the whole thing a mystery and that is what he wanted people to come away with after seeing the documentary. I haven't seen any of Ms. Meier's photographs in person, but that's not saying much since neither had she... except for maybe the postcards from her home town.
The biggest mystery to me is what she was thinking just secreting aways the stolen moments in peoples lives, just in negatives. Was she a time traveler, retrieving images of the past? A spy for a secret Russian American city? Why did she take so many self portraits? Was it to check her focus settings? To see how nondescript she was on each excursion? Did she always take a self portrait on each roll of film? Was that to identify her as the photographer or was it to complete the story the roll was to tell later? After all when we see street photography subjects, we are seeing only half the interaction. We don't know if the reaction of the subject is due to the environment or the photographer's presence. Or was she just a crazy person with a camera?
The parts about her mimicking other famous photographers, like ManRay, Arbus and such is a valid comment, but goes unexplained. How did she know of those artists work? In all of her belongings left behind there weren't any photographs from those artists, no notes saying that she had seen their work. I would have liked to have heard her voice more in the documentary since she recorded audio quite a bit, and by the way, she didn't sound crazy in them.
Looking at her self portraits was sometimes disturbing to me. She dressed as a man, quite often wore wide brimmed hats and long baggy coats. She looked like one of those caricatures of an old man ready to expose themselves naked to unsuspecting people on the street.