There’s a lightness to Rancourt’s touch that initially seems like a limitation but, as one gets further into Melody, becomes evidence of her hard-won artistry. Sequences repeat as if they’re refrains from pop music, and start to feel as catchy as a sunshiny hit… There is a genius in the way Rancourt’s depiction of her life refuses melodrama or moralizing. She never apologizes, and never explains, only (shamelessly) documents. 


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