I saw two documentaries about 9/11 on the same day, as their Tribeca Film Festival press screenings were conveniently scheduled back to back. Though one of them was much better than the other, I figured out that it doesn't matter, because each presents a different story about that horrible day, and each will have their respective effect on their TFF audiences. After all, this is what the film festival, which began because of 9/11, is all about: remembering the tragedy and supporting downtown Manhattan.

The fact that you can walk outside Tribeca Cinemas (which used to be The Screening Room before so many neighborhood businesses went under) and look up at a vacant sky that once was filled with twin towers, should be enough to make anyone forget their cynical "too soon" attitude towards films with 9/11 subject matter. Though I have lived in and around the city all my life, I was not here to experience the date first hand and I'll be the first to admit to being less than soft-hearted about it all, but it is undeniable how intensely the disaster has permeated my being (even the book about rats I'm reading touches on the effects of 9/11). All my efforts to keep an objective, emotional distance from the first film, The Heart of Steel, were not enough to not be taken by its account of extraordinary volunteerism.