Maria Zenströmm created an ode to her family in what, in 1989, was known as Leningrad. Shot in black and white, cleverly edited, stiffly acted and dubbed to create distance, the family diner and dance get overshadowed by an oppressive mood. The homely scenes alternate with a young Zenströmm providing wry commentary. That life no longer exists, Leningrad is no more. The film is now a time capsule.