And I end this year with a film directly confronting lost histories. Akerman's presentation defies conventional narrative structure in favor of directness splintered into fragments, short stories, jokes, and personal accounts. She finds her truths in a sense, an atmosphere of what it is to be a Jewish immigrant in America (or the descendant thereof). She presents us with a feeling that maybe, if you relate, can fill those gaps we all have--that she acknowledges at the start of the film--created by the holes in history (some have bigger gaps to fill than others).Perhaps next year, I'll find a film or films that helps me understand who I really am--more of them, anyway. I hope Akerman's long quest, which ended earlier this year, provided her even a little peace as she pursued it. I hope there is some sense of completeness out there, even in death, even if I don't believe in anything about an afterlife at all, I hope she gets one. And I wish you well in 2017. Thank you for reading along on my journey this year and the years before. 52 project: 111/52
