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SUNDANCE FILM FESTIVAL

Women driven to the edge of skeletal

January 25, 2006|Robin Abcarian | Times Staff Writer

PARK CITY, Utah — Polly Williams was 29 years old when she slashed her wrists twice and downed a bottle of sleeping pills. What drove her to the edge? Two pieces of pizza. She hadn't been able to get home in enough time to throw them up.

Williams, one of four women with life-threatening eating disorders whose stories are told in the documentary film "Thin," came to the Sundance Film Festival with first-time filmmaker Lauren Greenfield, the acclaimed Venice photographer who has explored in often shocking images the relationship of girls to their bodies.

"I remember being so devastated that my body was digesting the pizza, and I couldn't handle it anymore," said Williams during a joint interview with Greenfield here.

The documentary, filmed in a South Florida clinic for women with eating disorders, which will air on HBO in the spring, grew out of Greenfield's 2002 photo book "Girl Culture."

For The Record
Los Angeles Times Friday January 27, 2006 Home Edition Main News Part A Page 2 National Desk 1 inches; 36 words Type of Material: Correction
"Thin" -- An article in Wednesday's Calendar about the documentary "Thin" said that the film, about women with eating disorders, would air on HBO in the spring. The cable outlet plans to show it in November.

If nothing else, it is an unflinching portrait of a deadly mental illness that is little understood and poorly treated. Each morning's weigh-in sessions are an exercise in horror and hope -- it's not uncommon for the women in treatment to weigh less than 85 pounds. A two-pound weight gain, while medically laudable, is met with disgust by one of the patients. "This is such a horrible disease," Williams said. "It's not something you can beat on your own."

Among the three other subjects in the movie is Alisa Williams, who joined the Air Force at the height of Operation Desert Storm because she thought a military regimen would help her lose weight. Before entering treatment, she tried to keep her calorie count to 200 a day (U.S. dietary guidelines recommend at least 1,600 calories daily for women) and compulsively changed clothes into the wee hours looking for something that made her look thin. Asked to draw an outline of her body on a big sheet of paper taped to a door, she produces an image that looks more like an NFL linebacker than the petite creature that she is. "This is the one thing I want -- to be thin," says Williams, the single mother of two small children, "so if it takes dying to get there, so be it."

Shelly Guillory, a psychiatric nurse, purges through the gastric tube that was inserted to save her life. Competitive with her identical twin, Kelly, she tells her therapist that "if I get bigger than her, that's the end of me."

And Brittany Robinson, a depressed teenager who went from 185 to 97 pounds in the space of a year, talks about the bags and bags of candy she and her mother would buy for "chew and spit" parties. "We just had fun. We didn't think it was a problem, which, obviously, it was." When Robinson arrives at the clinic, she has liver damage and her hair is falling out.

Although eating disorders are often treated lightly in the popular culture -- "a glamorous illness that movie stars get," as Greenfield put it the other day -- her aim is to show that "it's not coming out of vanity or to look good in jeans, but a very serious mental illness that's incredibly hard to treat."

Greenfield received extraordinary access to the patients at the Renfrew Center, as well as access to staff meetings, therapy sessions and "community meetings" where angry or tearful confrontations would sometimes occur. At mealtimes, the nausea and despair is palpable. These women do not want to eat.

Greenfield was nervous about working in the collaborative world of film but was encouraged to pursue the project with producer R.J. Cutler by Sheila Nevins, president of HBO's documentary division, on the basis of some taped footage.

"In photography, I am my own boss and do my own thing," Greenfield said, "but I think I had a dream situation for my first film." The only advice Nevins gave, she added, was a suggestion to stay within the walls of the center and not follow the subjects home after treatment is completed.

"I told her to stay in one place, to bore a hole," Nevins said before the film's premiere here Saturday. "I was interested in the whole rehab situation -- the expense of it, the survival rate, the professionalism of it."

It is that question -- the professionalism of the staff at Renfrew -- that provides some unexpectedly troubling moments on film. There are many compassionate professionals (some of whom are obese, an odd juxtaposition), but there are moments that are cringe-worthy -- when, for example, a mental health professional calls Polly Williams a "bad seed" because she is the dominant member of a high-spirited threesome of patients at the clinic. (They smoke in their rooms against the rules or get a tattoo during a furlough instead of perusing a bookstore.)

Room searches for contraband items, such as cutting tools or cigarettes, and Draconian rules contribute to a sense that the patients, who already seem like little girls (their chests are flat and many have stopped menstruating), are infantilized further by the clinic protocols.

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