Blue Heron

what was initially an innocent pick because of its shorter runtime becomes a slightly nerve-wracking, cathartic experience... only reading the log line, I grew nervous about whatever misfortune would fall upon this family I had quickly already grown quite fond of only a few minutes into the film. without a doubt I would track this back to vivid memories of my own family with my dad and mom capturing my siblings and i with their choice of device from small film cameras to a swankier canon handheld handycam. the film takcles something that I personally am obsessed with, memory-making and reminiscing, with the visuals of days that melt into each other, fuzziness that is not only nostalgic but also obscuring, and a camera that confuses the viewer of what seems to be "the truth" and what is "real" especially when viewed through the lens of the youngest child, Sasha, whose perspective we see throughout the entire film. it's an inspired way to view how nostalgia muddies our memories and that we end up patching it up with what struck us the most: emotions, sensations. trying to piece together what would have made us feel that way... and god with the twist, wow... it's nothing i've ever seen, truly. i adore this film, so much.