Chantal Akerman

Sweeping scenes of New York City contrasted to the letters from the director's mother in Brussels.

Made over 20 years ago, this exploration of the lives of Mexican migrants and the cruelties of borders makes for equally urgent viewing today.

Making a film about Israel was initially ‘an impossible idea’. Akerman was ‘scared of the pitfalls of [her] subjectivity’. But her diary film, made while sequestered in her Tel Aviv apartment, dives into this subjectivity with static shots through window blinds accompanied by voiceover musings. Akerman plunges us into her fragile mental state.

A widow goes about her daily routine, including turning tricks in the afternoon.