We are limited. We are limited in how much we can endure; how much we can depict; how much we can feel. There is a futility in trying to break beyond those bonds because while it would nice and uplifting if we could go always surpass our limitations, then there would be no such thing as limitations. Rithy Panh’s The Missing Pictures explores the limits of human suffering, the limits of depicting that suffering, and the limits of our empathy when witnessing those depictions. This deeply personal film melds textbook history and a first-person account into a story that can only be brought out of the earth, painted, and stand for a record that was either lost or never existed in the first place.