Tu as crié: Let Me Go

• A masterful work that confronts our fears and intolerances with sharp insight, free of judgment. It is the ultimate heartfelt cry of a filmmaker who indelibly marked the landscape of Quebec cinema. A film that, like an enduring memory, never ceases to move us, even twenty years later. And above all, a lesson in cinema and a way of envisioning documentary, fueled by the urgency to speak and sculptural beauty, which now threatens to fade away slowly, like Yanne.

• Right after the film I immediately checked if Anne Claire Poirier had published a poetry collection. The answer: no, unfortunately. Her narration is so powerfully poetic, it is unbelievable. The fusion between a documentary on the impact of drugs on victims and a poetic pamphleteering essay on the grief for her own daughter creates a hybrid form that shakes you from start to finish.

• Anne-Claire Poirier transforms her grief into a deeply humanistic gesture, a cry for those who go unheard, and it is magnificent. A film halfway between the sobriety of conversations with others and the macabre slowness of Night and Fog, drawing us into an aimless wandering alongside the filmmaker. No answers, only actions to allow letting go, and to make the best possible out of the tragedy of her daughter's death.

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