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Murray, too, since he won out over several competitors in getting to make this movie, his first feature-length effort.

On the other hand, his former enthusiasms for London’s Chelsea Football Club and West Indian cricket are completely forgotten, and nobody cares but some of the demoted former friends.ĭoug’s rebranding has worked out pretty well for Mr. “It would be great.”Īnd then there’s getting to experience everything for the first time! Imagine, we are asked, that there are “no cliches or stereotypes everything’s original.” The film catches new Doug’s first experience of snow and of fireworks, for example. “To be able to meet an old friend and just say ‘Piss off,'” he says. One of Doug’s old friends – one who seems to have dropped a little in the hierarchy – looks almost with envy at him. Once he is over the initial shock of having no memory, he can not only refigure what it means to be Doug, he can also reinterview, as it were, his entire stock of friends and family and reassign them to different levels of intimacy than they might otherwise feel entitled to claim for themselves. He is thus not a man with no identity but a man with two: old Doug, known to others but not to him, and new Doug, with a certain freedom to reinvent himself that old Doug could never have enjoyed.Īs Doug’s sister somewhat wistfully puts it, “He has got a chance to be a completely different person. Rather, it is about the upside of losing it.ĭoug’s is a rare case of complete psychogenic – that is to say not caused by any known injury or “insult” to the brain – retrograde amnesia. Bruce before “the accident,” is not about a quest for someone’s identity. But this movie, a documentary made by Rupert Murray, a friend who had known Mr. He went to the police, and within a few hours someone turned up to identify him.The intervening hours were a pretty terrifying time for him. He was an “unknown white male” until a name was found written on a slip of paper in a map he was carrying. Early on the morning of July 3, 2003, Doug Bruce, a 30-something, British-born ex-stockbroker studying photography in New York, was alone on a subway train at Coney Island when he realized that he didn’t know who he was and didn’t have any identification.