|A still from Benoit Pilon's "Iqaluit" (2016)|
It’s been almost a week since I saw Benoit Pilon’s Iqaluit, but I find myself still thinking about it. The plot is engaging enough, involving the suspicious death of a French-Canadian construction worker and his widow’s attempt to find out what happened. But, for me, the film’s great strength is its evocation of Iqaluit - the beach, the houses, the gravel roads, the breakwater, the graveyard, the river, the bay, the tundra, etc. It conveys a deep, poetic feeling for the place. The images have been brilliantly selected. It’s beautifully shot. Watching it, I found myself longing to be back there.