
My Brother Jordan
Justin sets out to keep his brother Jordan's memory alive four years after Jordan's sudden death, and the film follows that effort as both tribute and personal reckoning. The camera stays close to Justin as he revisits family photos, old home movies, and conversations with relatives and friends who knew Jordan, piecing together a portrait of who he was rather than just how he died. Grief here is shown as ongoing work rather than a single event: Justin talks through the specific ache of losing a sibling, the way it differs from other kinds of loss, and what it means to carry someone's memory forward without a script for how to do it. The film does not dramatize the loss for effect; it simply documents one brother's attempt to turn absence into something he can hold onto, whether that is a story he tells, an object he keeps, or a ritual he repeats. It ends less on resolution than on continuation, the mourning still active, still shaping how Justin moves through his own life.