My Father and the Man in Black is the story of the manager of Johny Cash. The story was told from a personal perspective, namely from the son, Jonathan. (I wonder if his father named him Jonathan because he had such a close connection with Johny Cash). I remember sitting and watching this movie with popcorn in my hand and when the movie started I had only eaten two pieces of popcorn. Then the voice of the narrator of the movie came on and the voice was in the voice-over scenes as well. It described the intertwining roles of Johny Cash with his manager. It was the soul in the voice that mesmerized me. It was like I was hypnotized by the power of the narrator's voice. Perhaps it was the soul that danced through the words or perhaps it was the underlining emotion which seemed to lead me on a labyrinth through the back hallways of Johny Cash's life, including his turbulent and dark and light past. The film-maker, Jonathan, was somewhat rejected by his father (the manager) and perhaps his sadness and his own loss was traced and imprinted in the audio of the film and perhaps, as a viewer in the audience of watching this movie, I could empathize and pick-up intuitively on his personal unresolved despair. So perhaps this is not a documentary about his father and the man in black - but rather a personal story that was unconsciously told in order to process a hurt that was so deep that even a metaphorical dagger could not have touched. Perhaps the magic resides in the camera work and in the voice-over and the narrative. Perhaps this whole movie is about personal redemption after all.