Life. Support. Music.

Yesterday morning I got an e-mail from a friend suggesting strongly that I go see Life. Support. Music., a film that hadn't been on my radar. She had loved Eric Daniel Metzgar's previous film, she said, which played at Hot Docs in 2006, and this new one sounded amazing.

My friend is discerning and thoughtful. But it was the description in the Hot Docs program that sealed the deal: a film about a guitarist who almost dies from a brain hemorrhage, and his family's herculean efforts to bring him back to health. So off I went.

Life. Support. Music. establishes its storytelling language right away: a bit of pre-bleed footage of Jason Crigler, and then multiple voices telling the story of the fateful night and the immediate aftermath. The voices are mostly of Jason's family - wife, parents, sister - and the four of them appear on screen at the same time, in small frames lined up in a row. This is a film made for the big screen. We understand that the four of them are going to be the ones telling the story; Jason appears in a montage of photographs, from childhood through adolescence, adulthood, marriage, and impending fatherhood. All of that is in the pre-title sequence. It's a remarkable few minutes - inventive and engrossing, establishing Jason's character visually, without anyone having to say "Jason is..."

Like The Betrayal, this is not a cinema vérité film - Metzgar clearly hasn't been a fly on the wall throughout the whole process. But he makes a virtue of necessity, using Jason's sister's diary entries to move quickly through time, and then the family's home videos and footage shot for training purposes by the rehab hospital.

Indeed, it's the hospital video that provides the most shocking moment of the film: the first time we see Jason post-bleed, he is emaciated, limbs twisted, unable to close his mouth or move his eyes. It's hard to fathom that this is the same person we saw earlier. The rest of the film is a journey from this... to... we have no idea where it will end up.

The heart of the film is the interviews with the four family members who take care of Jason and through sheer determination slowly bring him back into consciousness. Gradually, we see him come back, start playing guitar again, and finally ease himself back into the music community that had been his professional and spiritual home before the illness. If there's ever a film that can be said to be a testament to the power of love, this is it.

The film's end credits are unusually short: Metzgar produced, directed, photographed, wrote and edited the film himself. This is not entirely unusual in the U.S. documentary-funding environment, but I've rarely seen someone perform all these roles at the same time on such a high level. I'm usually mistrustful of this kind of filmmaking. To me, one of the great things about making films is the collaborative aspect, and I think that having an outside perspective in the course of the process can often save the filmmaker from him- or herself. But in this case, there is hardly a misstep throughout. The film is visually rigorous, highly emotional and almost never goes off track or lapses into self-indulgence. There is one exception: towards the end, there is a musical montage of shots taken from various earlier scenes. Despite the strong music, the visuals have a sentimental, TV-sitcom feel.

But that's a very small quibble. This is not just a great story; it's really smart filmmaking.