Molly Gandour's documentary is beautiful, honest, and admirable. It imparts useful insight on the healing process and family dynamics without any hint of complacency. The sheer labor involved, the amount of footage the filmmaker must have looked through, the difficulty of working with family (however willing), dealing with the weight/unreliability/warping of memory, the time she had to spend deconstructing her collective pain to make something communicable to an outsider... It's very hard to make something so elegant and concise. It's structured yet evocative and introspective (there's space between the events, space between the scenes one can feel). I was captivated the whole time. A first film with universal value. Very, very impressive.