"Beautiful", in this case, says nothing. Because you feel it, scene by scene, as a film about yourself. Sure, well crafted, inspired cinematography, the voice as seed of emotions, the back of the man, at the different ages, in different moments of his life are good points. But it is , clearly, a film about yourself because you recognize each scene as part of your existence, not ignoring the nuances but knowing than the colors, the fundamental ones, define all. A bitter film about joy and loss and last moments and love and memory and sex and refuges, and parents, and friends, and loneliness, and marriage, and parenthood, and illness, and girl friends, and aquarium near the father and burning house, and school, and divorce of parents. A neverending story. The real neverending story. So, beautiful. Or just the masterpiece preserving, in few minutes, entire your existence, from birth to the last second of it.