Recorder is about a machine, a woman and their creepy symbiosis. The machine in Matt Wolf’s documentary is the VCR, the clunky, now happily obsolete box that, when fed with reels of tape, made it possible for the first time to preserve the unmemorable ephemera that flickered through our television sets; the woman is Marion Stokes, an African-American librarian who spent her last three decades holed up in a Philadelphia apartment supervising a battery of eight VCRs that recorded every available television channel all day long; and the tale of their union – which concluded in 2012 when, after Stokes’s death, her son ritualistically turned off her video equipment as if disconnecting her life support – is a wry, sad, timely comment on our relationship with the technological media through which we conduct so much of our social, emotional and intellectual lives.

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