There was something formally interesting in the film, in the sense that it crossed the boundary between personal documentary and fictional, staged scenes very fluently. It is definitively not a docu-drama, but it's also not a fictional film. It ends with a somewhat open question: would we (the audience) wish for the narrative to continue?
I felt a bit disconnected to the film throughout and would have liked more concrete information on the actual events that led to the current situation of the protagonist/filmmaker. For some reason, the father and son kitchen scene still sticks in my mind and I was fascinated by the way they were eating, rolling the rice into little balls in their hands before eating it.