Mike Mills' films are therapy presented as cinema. The people he mines for emotional material have never been asked what they think of the diagnosis.
Every cultural critic discussing his work operates in a closed loop. They watch the film, they watch Mills explain his intentions in interviews. They argue about whether self-excavation counts as art or expensive grief. Nobody talks to the parents and siblings.
The entire ethical argument happens without the people being examined. This matters because Mills' subjects have spoken, and they say something the therapy-versus-art debate cannot accommodate.
When Lisa Leibbrandt (the artist and mother featured in 20th Century Women) gave interviews about the filmmaking process, she didn't describe exposure or violation. She described collaboration and revision. When Annette Bening and Greta Gerwig worked with Mills on that film, they understood themselves as co-interpreters of family dynamics rather than victims of them. Mills' own son (who appears in C'mon C'mon) later discussed the shoot as an extended conversation about what it means to be present with another person. These aren't the voices of people who felt exploited by the apparatus.
When you make something with your own family, you cannot hide behind the filmmaker's objectivity.
They're the voices of people who helped construct the apparatus. Consent isn't a static binary where subjects either permit or refuse the camera. It's a sustained negotiation that happens during shooting, during editing, during the years before release. It's Mills and his family arguing about what the film means, what it reveals, what it protects. That collaborative friction is exactly what shows up on screen.
The unresolved emotional questions in his films aren't unresolved because Mills imposed them. They're unresolved because the people he filmed lived with irresolution and then chose to represent it that way. When you make something with your own family, you cannot hide behind the filmmaker's objectivity. But you also cannot reduce it to exploitation. You're both creating an artwork and participating in something closer to group therapy—except everyone at the table knows it.