No Home Movie ★★★★½

It’s difficult to watch this film objectively without considering the tragic circumstances that surround it. Its normal to watch a film in which the characters/actors that occupy it are now deceased, but in the case of No Home Movie, it almost feels like that element is part of the film. It reads part love letter, and part suicide note. It’s filled with such jarring emotional contrasts: maternal love & memories of the holocaust. Akerman’s mother asks over Skype why she is filming her and she replies “Because I want to show that there is no distance in the world.” The connection between her and her mother is indisputably strong, one can only imagine the heartbreak Akerman felt in losing her considering this. The film feels like an unfiltered subconscious, grasping at the last moments with the person who meant the most to her in life. The opening shot of a tree blowing in the wind feels otherworldly...a destination that is located between life and death like some kind of middle ground. And then, the last shot of the film. Two vases sit atop of a dresser in Akerman’s mothers home, positioned in the centre of the frame, almost like two matching urns resting peacefully together.
Haunting, difficult and necessary.