It’s the final night at Film Forum for this extraordinarily smart and sweet autobiographical documentary by Agnès Varda. You really will kick yourself if you miss it. As we wrote in our review, the film “finds exuberance in the act of recollection, like making a happy discovery in a thrift store.” And you all remember what happened when you didn’t buy that long-coveted, out-of-print vinyl version of Missing Persons’s Spring Session M—an album that you raved about for years, yet still didn’t have the cash for at the time—even though there was an ATM in the record store.