I Am Heath Ledger (2017)
(On Cable TV, April 2021) Another entry in Derik Murray’s “I am” series of biographical documentary features about deceased celebrities, I Am Heath Ledger offers a sometimes-surprising look at the short life and even shorter career of the Australian actor, who earned strong reviews from his opening performance to the last. One of the biggest surprises of the film is the belated realization that for all of the good press and solid hits he played in, Ledger had a Hollywood career of barely nine years, from 10 Things I Hate About You in 1999 to his death at 28 in 2008, even as that year’s The Dark Knight led him to a posthumous Oscar. His filmography has many exceptional roles, and anyone can only imagine what else he could have done had he lived longer. The other, more documentary-specific surprise is the demonstration that Ledger had been an incredibly creative artist and budding filmmaker — I am Heath Ledger showcases numerous short movies and other examples of his always-bubbling exploration of arts. (There’s a short film, possibly shot by himself over a few minutes, that shows terrific craftsmanship in building suspense out of a relatively mundane walk outside.) Ledger was clearly aiming to become a director — and that, too, only leaves anyone to wonder what else he could have done had he lived longer. As with other “I am” entries, this is a film clearly meant to praise its subject—family members are interviewed, the filmmakers clearly had privileged access to Ledger’s video archives and the film sometimes mentions but really does not dwell on less positive aspects of his life—the drug use, controversies, scattered interests, burn-fast personality and numerous relationships. Most notable is significant ex-partner Michelle Williams’ absence from the footage, even though she reportedly gave her blessing to the project. But while I am Heath Ledger may not give a full picture of its subject, it does remain an uncommonly affectionate recollection of him. Nearly every interviewee seems uncommonly wistful about him, and the result—even with its deficiencies—is an intriguing look to someone gone far too soon.