The Giverny Document is a noisy film, full of music, yelling, screaming, crying, scratching, wailing, and laughter. But the most deafening moments unfold in silence when viewers are left to assess what is missing, what cannot be represented. Consider the deep pauses and puzzled faces of the Black women and girls standing on the corner of 116th Street and Malcolm X Boulevard in Harlem, thinking of how to answer filmmaker Ja’Tovia Gary’s question, the one that structures this movie: “Do you feel safe in your body, in the world?”