It all came to pass, All fell into my hands like a five-petalled leaf, But there has to be more.

Taking as its title the lines of a poem by filmmaker Andrei Tarkovsky, the film tells of the fragmented memories of Tarkovsky’s sister, Marina, and her husband, Alexander, now both in their eighties. Through the interweaving and superimposition of images, the film gives expression to multiple dimensions of memory – memories that have survived, memories that have been forgotten, memories as documentations of a joyous past, but also memories as burdens upon life. (Ann Arbor Film Festival)