Anyone who is taken to playing armchair psychoanalyst — and we all do, to one extent or another — will have a field day with Lana Wilson’s documentary, “Look Into My Eyes.” This isn’t to make light of the people we meet during the run of this deliberately crafted picture: The majority of them merit our commiseration. They are, to a person, seeking solace on the heels of dilemmas that don’t lend themselves to immediate or concrete resolution.