This movie is about the inexorable sadness that comes with time's passage, that change is fleeting, it might only last for a second, but that second shows change can happen, which means it can happen again, that there is always a glimmering potential for the unfolding of a new path. That this hope can be deeply felt, upon watching something that's about people who tried, got tired, & died,... is extraordinary.
Doc Lisboa. In a film generally correct with the matters of memory and intimacy, why the end, a paralytic on a May 1968 image, with a Portuguese fado? The reiteration of fate? The image as factum and music as punctum? Anyway, a very mediocre way of compromising a movie.