[screened at BAM Rose Cinemas]
Probably the closest recent comparison I could think of would be (fittingly, at least in title) "Free Solo"? Like Honnold, there, Franklin here is a recessive, unknowable figure in the moments she's not doing what she's meant to be doing. And when she is doing it, the camera almost doesn't know where to look, wanting to take it all in at once. The choir director is my favorite cinematic character of the year so far.