Have you ever wondered if someone would notice if you went away?
Would anyone miss you? Nobody noticed when Joyce Vincent died in her bedsit above a shopping mall in North London in 2003. Her body wasn’t discovered for three years, surrounded by Christmas presents she had been wrapping, and with the TV still on. Newspaper reports offered few details of her life– not even a photograph.
Interweaving interviews with imagined scenes from Joyce’s life, Dreams of a Life is an imaginative, powerful, multilayered quest, and is not only a portrait of Joyce but a portrait of London in the eighties—the City, music, and race. It is a film about urban lives, contemporary life, and how, like Joyce, we are all different things to different people. It is about how little we may ever know each other, but nevertheless, how much we can love.
How does this happen? Most of us hope to touch the lives of others in some meaningful way, and for the most part, we do. So how does a woman who was social, well-liked and respected, go missing for three years, and no one questioned why?
This has really made me think about the impact I might have on someone else’s life, the relationships others have with me, and the fact that, despite the friendships we build and the relationships we forge over the course of however brief our existence, you, me, and everyone we know ultimately dies alone.