A fizzing, astounding story, Tim Wardle’s feature doc debut tells the tale of three identical triplets raised in different Jewish families around in New York who meet in their late teens totally by chance and become the talk of the town.
They’re on chat shows, in Studio 54, courted by Madonna and open their own restaurant called Triplets. The film revels in the early euphoria of them finding each other and enjoying all the 1980s Big Apple has to offer good-looking young Jewish men.
But Wardle’s film turns considerably darker, revealing unpalatable truths and probing questions of nature and nurture that have roots in, of all places, Nazi Germany. Sadness drifts in and settles like a pall. See it, and you still won’t quite believe it, but Wardle tells it with panache and a storyteller’s firm grip on the dramatic revelations.