Colin Sheridan: DJ Carey’s wrongdoing not the only unsettling part of 'The Dodger' documentary
DJ Carey: The Dodger. The two-part documentary that reveals but also indulges; that asks for empathy, yet banks on outrage. It is neither villainous nor virtuous.
There is a moment, watching , when you sense the camera isn’t illuminating anything so much as circling it, like a moth at a bulb. It wants the light, of course. It wants the heat. But it is drawn most of all to the spectacle of something burning.
And DJ Carey, once the untouchable deity of the ancient game of hurling, is now the thing aflame. A man who could once make a sliotar hover in air like he had bartered with gravity itself is reduced to wreckage. And we, dutiful audience that we are, tune in to watch the smouldering.




