From his balcony perch, Pawel Lozinski asks passersby a litany of probing questions: What is the meaning of life? Who are you, really? What are your troubles, your joys? People of all stripes (neighbours, strangers, young and old) crane their necks upward to find the source of these inquiries, with Lozinski’s boom mic occasionally dropping haphazardly into frame. Some answers emerge slowly, with Lozinski’s insistent coaxing. Others appear suddenly and assuredly, with surprising candidness. One young boy on a bike is asked what he wants to do when he grows up, to which he confidently responds that “sometimes wanting is not enough, because … you don’t have the luck.” Another thoughtful reader passing by with a book by Carl Sagan under their arm declares: “We’re like a tiny drop of chance somewhere in the ocean of unimaginable space.” Snow and leaves gather on the sidewalk as seasons pass, and a few characters become regulars of Lozinski’s street. But who is the hero of this film, he wonders? Looking out from his balcony, we’re able to decide for ourselves. -SB