
1986 · Ross McElwee
How Sherman's March has been received, argued over, and remembered.
An unlikely art-house hit in 1986 — a 2.5-hour first-person doc that won the Grand Jury Prize for documentary at the 1987 U.S. Film Festival (soon to be Sundance) — it's since been fully canonised, entering the National Film Registry in 2000 as the founding text of the confessional personal documentary.
The perennial fight: is McElwee's camera-as-diary self-absorption charming and profound, or is it exasperating navel-gazing — and is it fair to the women he films while courting?
Its full title — 'A Meditation on the Possibility of Romantic Love in the South During an Era of Nuclear Weapons Proliferation' — is one of the most quoted subtitles in cinema, and the film's talk-to-the-camera DNA runs through everything from later first-person docs to the vlog era.
A doc-nerd essential and nonfiction-canon cornerstone — the 'you must see this' title of American autobiographical documentary.
Influences Ross McElwee has publicly named — the director's own word, distinct from the inferred lines of influence.