No Time to Stop

The scouts

Everyone expects a '90s documentary about immigrant women to genuflect toward uplift—Klodawsky just lets them talk, raw and contradictory, which should feel radical but mostly feels like she's afraid to commit to anything provocative.

A disciplined work of oral history that positions itself squarely in the tradition of feminist documentary testimony, where the editing rhythm and silences between voices become the formal argument itself—the kind of film that rewards a second viewing once you notice what Klodawsky *isn't* telling you.

The power lives in that decision to hold on the speakers' faces without cutting away—no montage, no swelling score, just the pressure of their own words against the camera's patience, which somehow makes their exhaustion more legible than any stylistic flourish could.