I have lived this film myself. Never more than when I first watched 306 HOLLYWOOD did I connect on such a personal level with a film. Sorting through the endless objects in my dearly departed Jewish grandparents' house, where they lived for 50 years, was a wild and emotional trip down memory lane, sometimes recalling memories that weren't even my own. It is a remarkable thing to find a documentary that so accurately resonates and reflects your own life; it is a catharsis. And so I hold this film close to my heart.

Described as a magical realist documentary, 306 HOLLYWOOD is the story of a brother and sister’s “archaeological excavation” of their recently deceased grandmother’s home. With an understanding that a home is a universe unto itself, Jonathan and Elan document the tax forms, handmade dresses, decades-old jars of gefilte fish, and multiple vacuums (only one of which worked) as viewers are taken into the modest Newark home where Grandma Annette lived for 71 years. As the siblings unearth tchotchkes of the past, interspersed with old interview footage of Annette and consultations from experts in the field of preservation and archiving, they ponder the connection between our love for a person and the objects that made up their life, how memories and love remain alive, and when it feels right to move on from the physical remnants of a life well-lived.