She filmed a documentary next: low-budget, handheld, a collage of people who’d appeared in those quick clips. The camera found an elderly tap dancer who’d lost a shoe mid-performance, a teenager who made a perfect pancake flip in the middle of a storm, and a barista who confessed on tape that she’d learned latte art watching old VHS tapes. Each person insisted they were “amateurs” — and each insisted they didn’t care about verification. What they wanted, they said, was an honest audience.

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