
Alice Carder
Wow – where to start!
It all went by so fast, too fast, a whistle stop tour of everyone and everything you need to know in the world of documentary.
Day 1 -
The excitement had been bubbling away inside me weeks prior to the event. Wednesday morning came and there I was wheeling my over filled suitcase into the lobby of the Ibis, party frocks and shiny shoes dying to be let loose.
The area of the town centre surrounding the showroom cinema, Mecca of the festival, had become like a university campus to first years; the buzz of excitement filling the air as newly formed recognition darted across the smiling faces of delegates passing one another in the street.
I wore my delegate pass around my neck with pride, I felt part of something.
There they were standing in the foyer of the delegate centre, my fellow jurors. I was so happy to see them again after what had been a busy two months since the hothouse. One of the best things about being on the jury is the jury. Sometimes the apathy of youth gives young people a bad name, I’m glad I had the chance to get to know four very different, very talented young people who share my passion for documentaries and for life.
Our first task was to give a talk to young people at the Doc Day about what we feel makes a good documentary. After listening to Andy Glynne from Mosaic Films give an inspiring and practical talk on the hurdles of getting your documentary idea to pitching standard earlier that morning, I wasn’t sure anything I had to say would be quite as profound, or useful; but I gave it a bash anyway.
That’s another great thing about being on the jury… I have recently come to the conclusion that I am addicted to adrenaline and therefore constantly seek out and place myself in challenging situations which plunge me out of the warm womb-like surroundings of my comfort zone and into the cold grasping hands of the doctor pulling me out for a second time.
Speaking on stage to a group of teens was definitely one of these moments. Doing it made me feel scared, then relieved, then happy, then confident, then eager to do it again; in that order.
In short: the youth jury allows you to try things you’ve never done before, and that is pretty much the beauty of life.
That afternoon we watched ‘P Star Rising’ by Gabriel Noble. It was the film I was most looking forward to watching again and it did not disappoint. Just like the first time I watched it back in August my spine was tingling from top to bottom from the moment P star starts rapping in the first scene.
The emotional energy created by the image of a little girl of 9 years being snook into the back of a Harlem HipHop club before taking to the stage to give a performance akin to those depicted in ‘8 Mile’, was one of the best openers to a documentary I have ever seen.
But the film is far more than a gawping look at a child star. It shows with sensitivity a family struggling to survive against the austerity of their impoverished existence, as single dad Jesse enters his youngest daughter into the rap game in a bid to provide for their future.
Speaking with the director Gabriel Noble I was astonished to hear he’d filmed the whole thing himself over four years. The relationship he’d built up with the family over that time is perhaps best illustrated by the time he recalls P Star and her father turning off the lights and falling asleep while he was still in the room, camera rolling.


