There is no tidy ending, or even a sense that everything will be alright. But Winocour finds calm hidden beneath the unrest, a moment to pause and breathe, just to feel alive as life forges on without our consent.

It’s even rarer to watch films that depict women along cross-cultural and cross-generational lines that urge us to take the prosaic nature of life seriously.

By keeping the movie brisk, Winocour also turns it superficial, its substance removed from the realm of experience and trivialized into plot points.

A compelling slice-of-life drama