Crooked Beauty is a film that makes you question your own
sanity. In a raw but composed narrative Jacks McNamara leads us
through her experience of mental illness. She talks about beauty
(it grows through the cracks in the pavement), about normality
(in Western capitalist society, compared to the real world),
about the felicitous, insightful perspective gained through a
lens of mental illness, and about the unbearable pain that
follows close behind.  The score is sparse, the silence
confronting. Most of the film is in black and white and the
photography illuminates the heightened perception she tells us
of. We only see Jacks’ face for the first few minutes; beyond
this her voice alone guides us: fitting, considering it’s her
mind that is the subject.  She uses her story to critique the
common medical system and challenges viewers to reconsider what
depression might actually entail. Is it really that strange, she
asks, for people to live outside of a world dictated by routines
and protocols? As a student of bo