Okay, I have to be mean: Lots of minutes pass without much happening. If you needed a bad example of cinema verite, it's this movie.
Think about all the great documentaries that have come out since 2002, and how the style is to jam as much info into the frames as the computers can allow. This film won't look like that. It's more like a kid with a camcorder shooting everything important and not.
You see long stretches of Derrida looking for keys and crossing the street with other unnamed people. Hey look, I need a little something more than audio and video spying with no point.
...unless the point is to have no point!