✯✯✯✯½

The first thing that came to mind when I watched No Home Movie was a thought of heartbreak. It was not only in the fact that Chantal Akerman had committed suicide and No Home Movie was her last film, but also within the subject to which it focused on, all to have suddenly been made much more heartbreaking with the eventual death of Akerman. And yet with all of this having been said, it is that one growing feeling where No Home Movie begins to lay its own effect on those whom are watching, for what Akerman presents brings oneself back to a time we were not around, and we are left to reflect upon the figures that led to our own existence. It fits that this is Akerman’s swan song, because it reveals so much about herself in the very best manner, and lays the personal to become universal.

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