Distance does the work of a flattering filter. The specifics blur, the sharp edges round off, and what is left is a golden reel that never quite happened the way you remember it. The pull is entirely real even when the picture is a fabrication.
You end up missing a person who never existed, an average of your best days edited together and scored for maximum ache. It is a lovely film to watch, provided you never confuse it with a documentary.
The music is hazy and golden, a beautiful and slightly dishonest glow. Soft-focus textures, tape warmth, a groove that drifts a half-step behind the beat like a memory being reluctantly recalled.
This is the arc rewriting its own history in soft focus. Play it when you want the warmth and can forgive it for lying.