I love street art and I love Agnès Varda, so this was heaven for me. There is such purity in the artwork from the streets of 1980 Los Angeles shown here - representing the underrepresented, living outside the world of galleries and collectors, and the inherent transience of the pieces. There is a purity to Varda as well, and how organically she let the artists tell their stories speaks volumes about her humanity. There are moments I wish had gotten a little less attention, like the slaughterhouse mural, but there are also moments that took my breath away, like the "teachers, please don't give up on me ... I am somebody" artwork in the Compton Jr. High School, or the artist talking about finding his brother lying in a pool of blood as the backdrop to one of his works. Varda gives it all to us without judgement, and that's part of the beauty of what she created.