The Shockwave Begins
When Vaxxed premiered, I expected the normal festival circuit: modest crowds, a handful of Q&A sessions, debate, discussion. Instead, we were met by something closer to a national wound, ripped wide open.
At the Angelika Film Center in New York, the line wrapped so far down the block I remember thinking there had to be another event happening.
But when I asked the people in the audience a simple question— “If you have a child or family member with autism, please stand up”- three-quarters of the room rose to their feet...
The oxygen dropped out of the theater. You cannot pretend not to see something like that.
And that was only the beginning.
We screened the film three times a day, five days a week, for a solid year, and every time, it was the same: three-quarters of the room standing.
After each screening, we filmed interviews. Parents lined up, quiet, trembling, angry, hopeful, grateful they finally had a place to speak their truth where someone who cared may listen.
And once they started talking, it did not stop. The injuries weren’t one disorder, or one vaccine, or one demographic. It was widespread.