Photographic Memory

In his latest film, the 65-year-old director retraces his postcollegiate wanderjahrs in France jobbing for a wedding photographer, in an earnest effort to understand his son Adrian, a headstrong, restless creative type and stunt skier.

Filmmaker Ross McElee continues his obsessive self-reflection in this entertaining meditation on aging and memory.

I would like to think that one day Adrian might look at this documentary and see it as a supreme act of paternal love.

In the end, the camera in Photographic Memory is not so much roving as at ease with itself, moving at its own pace, not shambling but ambling along, content in its own small, personal, unassuming search for meaning.