Full: this final word is not only about runtime. It is the fullness of the theater: packed with strangers who are intimate for the length of a screening; the full-bodied sound of waves against the building; the full, incandescent life of the projector lamp; the full consequence of memory joined with image. In the dark, someone laughs, someone cries, and someone rises to leave but cannot: the film has filled them, as water fills a cracked vase until the cracks show like veins of silver.