I first watched this movie before I really understood what grief felt like & I was touched back then but not in the same visceral way I was upon re-watch. It's just such an evocative & tender documentary that zeroes in on the mundane and fragmented ways we can remember a person, and the confusion of putting all these unique pieces together. It also pinpoints that really scary feeling that you didn't really know someone as fully as you wanted to. Love is short, forgetting is long, I cried a lot.
I watched this again as part of a queer film festival. Before the screening, the organizer was so happy he could barely speak, he just blubbered for a while before yelling: "A BEAUTIFUL QUEER FILM ABOUT BLACK PEOPLE WON BEST PICTURE!!!!" and 800 people cheered. Anyway, that was pretty much the best feeling in the world.
I was so mortified when I started crying uncontrollably during that speech about feeling outside yourself and hating everything that comes out of your mouth. LOVE THAT RELATABLE TEEN SELF-LOATHING.
Also I literally cannot watch anything about drifting apart from best friends without feeling like I've swallowed 100 knives. It's just this well of emotion that keeps flowing. I would've loved if this movie had a more satisfying resolution in regards to that but I guess that's akin to real life.