The Emily Dickinson of 20th century photography, Vivian Maier is often described in terms irrelevant to her art: unmarried, nanny, eccentric, odd, mysterious, foreign – Mary Poppins with a Rolleiflex. Finding Vivian Maier sticks closely with these irrelevancies.
John Maloof, who chanced upon her lifetime’s work in an auction, credits himself with ‘discovering’ Maier, seemingly posthumously. He omits an inconvenient point: she was alive when he bought the collection. Never mind – on to salacious tattle from former employers. For a film about a photographer, the photography is remarkably secondary: Maloof as detective/self-appointed curator wants the limelight.