‘Wind, Talk to Me’ Review: A Filmmaker Works Through His Grief With Wit, Grace and Imagination

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Guy Lodge Film Critic For many of us, periods of intense grieving don’t leave clear, linear memories. Time stretches, compresses and fragments, words and faces and gestures emerge irregularly from an overwhelmed blur, and often it’s everyday banalities — what we ate, bought or wore — that stick faster than more consequential events.

Occasionally, the mind constructs or distorts moments in ways that feel somehow truthful even if they didn’t quite happen that way, which is why the limber docufiction format of “Wind, Talk to Me” is disarmingly right for director Stefan Djordjevic‘s simultaneously melancholy and mischievous grief memoir.

An idiosyncratic personal reckoning with the recent death of his mother that gradually expands to take in the perspectives of his kith and kin, the film has the busy, varied emotional intensity of many a family gathering: pained one minute, uproarious the next.

A highly original, form-breaking work that pivots between diaristic recording and outright fiction, “Wind, Talk to Me” might seem outwardly challenging to audiences with its gently trickling pace and malleable point of view.