Eternity (2010) is not a film that insists on closure. Its final image is small and stubborn: a pair of hands releasing a paper boat into a slow-moving canal. The boat does not race to some cinematic horizon; it turns once, then drifts, caught in eddies. The subtitles linger a beat longer than the audio, a last benediction in a language that folds itself around meaning like a shawl. The credits roll not with fanfare but with the rhythm of ordinary life continuing—street vendors arranging tarps, a child chasing a bright plastic ball, an old radio tuning between stations.