I’d heard about this film a while back. A couple of years ago, as it happens. Having read a non-spoiler review, I was intrigued by the concept, as I’m sure any other Facebook user (read: a third of the world’s population) would. The basic synopsis is as high-concept as they come: twenty four-year-old Yaniv ‘Nev’ Schulman, a talented photographer based in New York, has a photograph of two ballet dancers published in a newspaper. Several weeks later, Nev receives a beautiful painting of the picture in the post, purported to be the work of eight-year-old child prodigy, Abby Pierce. Nev strikes up an online relationship with Abby and her family, in particular garnering the attentions of Abby’s attractive older half-sister, Megan.
Over time, the relationship between Nev and Megan grows, with countless Facebook and text messages, phone calls and sharing of thoughts and feelings. Eventually, they decide to meet, with Nev, his brother Ariel and friend, Henry (co-directors) documenting the events leading up to and after the meeting.
Shortly before they meet, Nev is chatting to Megan online. Megan claims to be a musician and offers to record a song for the boys to play online. They pick a song, and a little later they hear a beautiful cover version, recorded online for them.
SPOILER ALERT!
The boys are very impressed with the rendition and seek out the original version of the song on YouTube. They’re suddenly taken aback by the obvious similarities between the ‘rendition’ they were sent by Megan online, and what they had just heard on YouTube; so much so, they convince themselves that it is one and the same singer. At this point, things start to unravel, quickly. Amongst other things, Nev recounts that he has never actually spoken to Abby on the phone and the gallery where Abby had apparently been selling her paintings for thousands of dollars at a time had actually, upon checking the building’s details, been in a state of disuse for four years. The boys decide their next move, with all unanimously agreeing that they should see this tale out and confront Angela et al at her address.
Upon arriving unannounced, Angela, bemused by the visit and looking distinctively different to her Facebook profile picture, welcomes the boys into her home, shared by her husband Vince (also incongruous in appearance), Vince’s handicapped twin boys, and their daughter Abby, with the notably absent Megan. Angela mentions that she has uterine cancer and has recently begun receiving chemotherapy. Nev questions Abby about her paintings, to which she seems very uneasy and hesitant.
Shortly thereafter, Nev calls Angela on her stories and she begins to admit the truth. To give away the confessions and the reasons why on this simple little blog would be a disservice to some exceptional film-making and the story of a person that had to make sacrifices in their life, striving to keep their dreams alive, but ultimately knowing where their chosen responsibilities lie.
The third act (if you will) of the documentary could easily have demonised Angela and her family, with the boys leaving abruptly and casting a shroud of dismissive fanaticism over the whole encounter; but instead, the roots of Angela’s fantasies are movingly captured on camera. This is the film’s ace card, in effect illustrating how simply technology allows us to create false parallels in our own lives, personalities and identities at the simple click of a mouse, and how easily others can be persuaded to believe in them.
On differing levels, at what point does our true personality end and our online one begin? Is the line opaque? Is there always a difference? These are points the brilliant Charlie Brooker has illustrated with the never-more-relevant Black Mirror series. If you haven’t seen any of them yet, check them out – they’re fantastic.
I’d also recommend you watch the film – an unflinching, objective look at human behaviour and how it can be modified to extraordinary degrees with the Facebook revolution.
I’ll leave you with the meaning behind the film’s title, as told by Vince:
They used to tank cod from Alaska all the way to China. They’d keep them in vats in the ship. By the time the codfish reached China, the flesh was mush and tasteless. So this guy came up with the idea that if you put these cods in these big vats, put some catfish in with them and the catfish will keep the cod agile. And there are those people who are catfish in life. And they keep you on your toes. They keep you guessing, they keep you thinking, they keep you fresh. And I thank god for the catfish because we would be droll, boring and dull if we didn’t have somebody nipping at our fin.