Watched a very interesting documentary last night by the way.
It was filmed (B&W film) in the country of Georgia and it was called "Thanksgiving". Everything, of course, was in the Georgian language, but there were English subtitles.
It basically covered a few years time, when a son (the youngest of five children) would go home to visit his parents the last four years of his mother's life, and each time he visited home he filmed the time they would spend together as a family.
It was very well done, especially the parts where he would be filming the house and the grounds to the slow, pensive strumming of a
pahndooree, actually spelled panduri. It ends with the death of his mother, but there is NOT a feeling of despondent sadness to the film.
Nonetheless, I cried a bit. It was a beautiful thing to see....