Chantal Akerman’s penultimate documentary (2006) is a diary of her brief stay in Tel Aviv, the most European of all Israeli cities yet not one in which the Belgian director felt at ease. As she preferred, a fixed camera records long takes, in this case pointed out her living room window to capture the mundane activities on apartment balconies across the way. On the soundtrack Akerman muses about the suicides of her Aunt Ruth and Fania Mussman (the mother of writer Amos Oz) and struggles to connect her own identity as a daughter of Holocaust survivors to the realities of Israeli statehood. But work and health problems so exhaust her that she sleeps through a terrorist bombing. The movie is striking but reveals more about the filmmaker’s fragile state of mind than about the milieu.