While it is impossible for anyone to interpret someone else's private intentions, could it be that in this film, steered by its title, Franks encompasses and conquers the grief of eternal separation. The existential predicament of those left behind to continue their lives can be resolved, he seems to faintly voice, not by forgetting, but rather by embracing the beautiful ghosts that will haunt us. Only then can we move on with life and become again its governor. Ultimately, words written about the film and photographs of Frank will always site on the dull edge of the knife. But I can't talk for them.
Contemporary photography is competent, often exquisite.
It's easy to look at, and I prefer it if it's not in colour and not about whores in India or South America.