Young love, that which shapes us; old love, that which changes us. The expectations and the memories, the desires and the scars, the hopes and the heartbreaks. LoveTrue is a rough, poetic little gem that's as deep with empathy as it is unsure how to communicate it. Alma Har'el explores her subjects' separate milieus with such deft, supple, compassionate insight, and then expresses it with such innovation and artistry as to obfuscate exactly what her point is. Indeed, Har'el's utter rejection of the traditional documentary standard of linear, plot-driven procedural repels easy conclusions, though what she provides in its place is arguably no more satisfactory. LoveTrue is a pretty lovely experience up to an indefinite point, whereupon its minor modulations neither sustain its buoyant, tender tone nor supply an adequate replacement, and a work that has heretofore been varying degrees of delightful begins to become repetitive. Nor does it linger long - these are strictly ephemeral pleasures, though at least they are pleasures at all. Har'el employs a variety of narrative devices, adding expressive stylistic elements to poeticize her film's swoony ruminations on love. Keeping this touch playful and its application sporadic, it's far more effective than it reads, and serves both to compliment each of LoveTrue's individual stories and to unite them all via common threads we might otherwise have missed. Love, whether young or old, past or present, hopeful or heartbreaking, has a common effect on all of us. For all its little flaws, LoveTrue does a fine job of evincing something similar in its audience.