In one of Chantal Akerman’s most elegantly minimalist and profoundly affecting meditations, the filmmaker reads letters sent by her mother years earlier over a series of exactingly composed shots of Manhattan—creating a poignant reflection on personal and familial disconnection that doubles as a transfixing time capsule of New York in the 1970s.
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