No one ever said that they would be good places.
Example A: The Trash Heaps in Brazil, which were serviced by the most amazingly relatable people that I've ever seen.
Thinking of their lifestyle, one imagines them as a third-world people whose biggest concern is avoiding Cholera, but they prove to be surprisingly human throughout, and far more likable than one would expect. The people who relatively have nothing are some of the happiest people I've ever seen (until they get used to a different lifestyle), which was my favorite aspect of the movie.
I think it would've felt incredible for people have their humble job escalated into an intensely personal peice of art.
I would never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever be the subject of that. I hate cameras.
There isn't an aspect of my life, at least yet, at least that I know about, at least that is interesting, that could be conceivably turned into art like that. Unless it would be modern art. Then anything in my life could be art.
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